Kelly's body was trembling, and her mind a mess of various thoughts and emotions that could drive a regular human being to total madness. But she wasn't a regular human being, not anymore. Being well aware of that fact, though, Kelly thought it was best to focus on herself at the moment, and nothing else. The past was already behind her, and the future could wait, or at the very least it could hold off until she figured out what to do with herself first. 

Being that she was weak beyond words, and the smell in the car was as foul as all hell, Kelly pushed open the door and dragged herself out. It was quite the sight to say the least: a blood-covered naked woman crawling out of a car that had just crashed on the side of the road. But that's exactly what the driver of the truck saw after he had pulled over on the side of the road to look through his rearview mirror. Deciding that he'd be a terrible person if he didn't at least offered to help the woman, he turned off the vehicle, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the truck to rush over to where the woman lay barely holding on to consciousness.

"Miss, are you in any terrible pain?" he asked, crouching next to her to cover her up with his jacket. Because she wasn't able to form a coherent sentence, the old man fetched for his phone tucked away in one of his jean pockets and proceeded to dial 911. 

"Yes, I'm on Road 41, about a mile or mile and a half south of the gas station by Wellington. I just witnessed an accident, a woman swerved off the road and crashed. It's just her but she's covered in blood." 

A brief silence, then the man spoke again.

"Yes, of course. My name's Peter. Oh, alright, I'll do that then. Thank you ma'am." 

He hung up the phone and looked down at Kelly again, her eyes still closed but at least she was still breathing.

"They'll be coming for you very soon miss, just hold on." 

[@Rawk]