Maya didn’t wake until the next day. Her hunger, and bladder, roused her from her sleep. She felt weaker than she ever had before, but she still managed to pull the IV needle out of her arm and stumble to the bathroom. She hadn’t seen Rob or anyone else in the trailer, but she knew they were probably close by. As if on cue there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Maya, are you all right?” someone asked. The voice was female.
“Umm...yeah,” Maya answered, finishing her business and opening the door. She found herself face to face with a blonde haired woman who was wearing a red flannel shirt and a pair of black leggings. Her features were stunning, almost perfect: bright blue eyes, hair with a gentle curl, and impossibly clear porcelain skin.
“I brought you some food,” the woman sai
