Annie slowly woke up in a disoriented state. She sat still for a while as her senses returned before she noticed she was in a room she hadn't seen before. Then she noticed the ratty sheet and matress. "Eww... gross..." muttered Annie as she stood up and balanced herself. 'Man, where am I? Wait... it didn't happen did it?' thought Annie to herself as she looked at her clothes in panic. They didn't seem... disturbed nor did she remember anything about being with anybody. "Phew". Annie was relieved nothing bad happened. She held herself as she looked around, trying to remember all she can.
How long had she been knocked out? She was walking down a street and then suddenly she was here? Where was here? Wait. A truck. She remembered a truck. This couldn't be the creepy place of a truck driver could it?! Was he one of those maniacs she saw on TV? Was this some sort of prank by the men she worked with? But if it was the truck driver and she was in here, then he would most likely return soon. Annie needed a weapon to protect herself. Bash him to pieces if need be. No... it would be better to just run the hell outta here. But a weapon was still needed of course.
She looked towards the barred window. So was this a makeshift prison? The glass shards were pertty useless. Annie tugged away at the bars but they wouldn't budge. Outside was a place she was unfamiliar with. Another strong tug at the bars lead to the same result as before. She tried to call outside "HELLO? Is anyone out there?" she shouted. Then she regretted it. What if the bad guys or truck driver whatever heard her? Shit.
Then slowly, Annie turned to face the door. She stared at the doorknob whilst her heart pounded away. She was scared. Scared that at anytime the doorknob would move and the truck driver would enter the room. She didn't know what was outside. Why... why did it feel safer to be in here when in fact she knew that staying in one place was a bad thing? Whoever put her here would surely come back and she didn't see any signs of niceness. Most likely a negative situation.
Annie's hands and arms trembled as she approached the door. She tried to look underneath at the slit. Then she tried to listen for sounds. Maybe footsteps or talking... just something to tell her where she was. She wanted to turn the doorknob, but her days in the navy taught her to always survey the situation before stepping into unknown territory. As she listened for sounds she couldn't help but look at those window bars. If she could get them off, she could simply escape! Oh and the floorboards. Maybe she could inspect them later to see if she could create a makeshift thing to hit people with...