It’s been about an hour since John and his captive entered the trailer. Inside, it’s surprisingly clean and looks recently lived in. A single bed is pushed against the far wall. In the middle sits a rusty card table with two outdoor chairs on either end. A side table, the top layer of laminate peeling, is positioned in front of the bed holding a full ashtray and a pack of cigarettes.
Leila assesses the situation. It appears that he’s been here all along. There are blankets, and containers of food items, and a small gas generator for heat.
“If you take off my bindings, I can make us something to eat,” Leila suggests quietly.
John looks at her from the bed where he sits brooding, the g*n beside him. Then he gets up and takes a length of chain from a toolbox and a knife from the kitchen dr
