Elizabeth had left her 2012 Mustang on the other side of the field. She had run out of gas jumped out of the car, running into the field. Her clothes were tattered, and all she had with her for protection was the pocket knife her older brother had given her.<br/>There was blood splattered in various spots on her body, and her hair was matted from sweat.<br/>She was tired and sore, her body aching. She hadn't eaten for  days, and she was desperate for some human contact.<br/>Her heart soared as she saw the truck coming down the gravel road. She ran faster, trying to catch up to it before she passed it.<br/>When she go to the side of the road, she waved her arms frantically, yelling for them to pull over.<br/>"Hey, Hey over here. Please stop"<br/>She yelled, begging the truck driver.