Ashburn
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[i]"Well let's go"[/i]

That was all the motivation Ash needed, his trance broken he put the truck in reverse and drove down the alley. Once on the main street Ash remembered that he had not buckled his seat belt and quickly did so. Ash's truck moved jumpily down the road, every bump sending both their heads into the ceiling, only amplifying his pain. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw them reflected in a pane of glass. 

They looked terrible. Ash's long black hair was plastered against his skull from over a month of shampoo-less showers, and his face was so pale it looked more like porcelain than flesh. Not to mention both of them were shirtless and barefoot. 

[color=6ecff6]Embarrassment, confusion, fear[/color]

[color=007236]'Should we be doing this? Should we trust her? Maybe I should just keep driving. Canada is only a few hundred miles and I have enough gas.'[/color] He thought to himself

"Um... My GPS is in the glove compartment. Do you think you could get it out for me?" Ash said shakily, trying to put on a strong face.

[color=6ecff6]weak, tired, sore, upset, sad, confused[/color]