Sandy sits huddled in the back of the pickup, shivering and pissed.  Muttering to herself about how stupid it was to come out here and ‘push her limits.’  “Thank god we got lucky and these people found us.  I’d rather not be the center of the next survival thriller documentary.”  She grumbled and sneezed.<br/><br/>“O god…I hope I am not catching a cold.”  She groans as she pulls the blanket tighter around her and looks around trying to remember the map and get an idea for where they are as the truck rumbles along.  Of course the city-slicker fails miserably at that task.