She didn't see it coming. And by the time she began to stir, she noticed that the surface beneath her wasn't the same hard surface as the truck. She was on something somewhat soft. It wasn't bouncing. But...her head felt all fuzzy. And she swore she could have heard a pin drop. Gums ached and she moaned softly, eyelids fluttering.
"...what..." And that's when it started to come back to her. The truck. Damon. He'd killed her. She sat up with a sharp gasp.