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She was down on her knee's, the gravel below her biting into them. The pain in her ankle was almost unbearable. She jumped as a man beat on the RV door, and looked up as she watched a man make his way out of the RV, he was wearing a leather jacket. A red scarf could be seen around his neck and was wearing tan jeans on his bottom.

"Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close."