In all directions there was nothing but desolation. The last bits of light were not giving way to much detail. A weathered two lane road ran through the middle of the desert. An unmaintained wire and post fence bracketed the road. Some old farmer may have ran cattle in the area long ago. The road seemed to lead nowhere in either direction. An ominous mountain range that could only be distinguished by its shadows was the only landmark on the horizon. The road did not lead to or away from the mountains.

The only evidence of civilization other that the road was an abandoned rv on the backside of a hill and the fence. There were posts near it but the fence that had blocked it in had long been cut away. Its windows were shattered and the tires flat. It was hard to tell if the roof was in tact or not. Even if there was an intention of moving it that would take more work than it was worth. It looked as though this was the only attraction in the area. There wasn’t a part of the rv that wasn’t covered in graffiti. Although the rv was a contrast on the landscape its ruin only added to the feeling of desolation felt by the overall landscape.

Faced with the ever increasing darkness she only had one option, seek refuge in the rv. It was in the opposite direction of where the car that dropped her off spead too. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. A town may be in that direction the truck went. Heading that way may lead to safety or again to her captures. Would they return and check the rv? That fear did not however outweigh the fear of the unknown. As uninvinting as the rv seemed she had already started walking towards it. She wouldn’t sleep but at least she’d have some sort of cover.