Not a single person anywhere.  She pulls off to the side of the road and parallel parks before she realizes how<i>dumb</i>that is.  There's no one  out here to honk at her, no one to curse, or hit her if they're not paying attention.  There's<i>no one</i>here.  She swallows hard and then reaches over in the seat to see what she can find.  Cell phone, registration license.  It's about then that she remembers something and hops out of the truck.  The bottom half of her unitard could almost pass for just some spandex pants.  Granted the leggings might make her look like something from the eighties, but she doesn't care.  Instead she climbs into the back of her truck, kneels down, and opens up the tool box.  "No, no.  Ah!" She pulls out the bull horn and smirks.  "Yay for being randomly prepared." Granted it'd been left there from a dance competition that Biscay Sound held several months back.  There were so many girls that she'd had to grab a bull horn to even talk to people.<br/><br/>And it's been sitting in her truck because she's been too lazy after classes to take it out.  She clicks the thing on, turns it to maximum volume and then points it at the city.  "Hello?  Is anyone out there?" Her voice cracks.  Who can blame her, she feels like she's been left alone to fend for herself.  Not the most terrible thing ever, but what happened to everyone else?  The thought makes her shudder.  So she concentrates on pointing the bull horn in different directions while standing in the back of her truck.  "Is anyone out there! Can anyone here me?!"