They were covered in dirt from walking through the barren land half the night. I didn't give a shit, though.
This wasn't a fucking beauty contest.
My focus was on getting back to the States.
I put my hands together in prayer.
"Hopefully, we can find someone who will assist us, fingers crossed." I breathed.
Making my way through a small pile of garbage, I walked to the back of the van with Becca not far behind. Removing the lid, I stuffed the sandwich and two bottles in my pockets, then squatted over the cooler. This wasn't one of my finer moments, but under the circumstances, it was my only option.
My voice was barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry we have to use this to pee in, but I don't want to take the chance of getting caught going outside. Throw me something so I can wipe myself, please."
Becca nodded and did as I asked. I cleaned myself the best I could with a fucking taco wrapper, then walked back to the front while she took her turn on the makeshift toilet.
The person who came back to retrieve the cooler was in for quite a surprise. I giggled to myself. Imagine finding it full of piss? I wouldn't want to be the person who had to clean it out. Making her way back up to the front, my friend sat next to me on the cracked leather seat.
"Do you have a plan, Kit?"
I nodded, trying to look as positive as possible so I wouldn't upset her, because the truth was, there was no definitive action in place. I spit out what came to mind, because that's all I had.
"Yup. The plan is to keep walking away from this crappy area and find some decent people who can help us."
Beck clapped her hands lightly, then stood up.
"Okay, then let's go before the entire village wakes up and finds us."
Before I stood, the crunch of cans outside stung my ears. My heart raced as the noise crept closer.
I heard squeaky doors opening and closing.
We're screwed!!!!
My eyes widened.
I didn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
I sat still, frozen in fear.
Becca took a seat next to me, shaking. Her eyes fluttered, a frown pulled across her brow as the low hum of voices reached our ears, muffled but familiar.
Spanish.
Male.
Juan and Julio!
FUCK!!!! They found us.
The sweat clung to my skin like a wet towel. My body shook because we were in deep shit now! There would never be another opportunity to escape again. We were doomed.
There was a loud thump along the side of the truck. We both flinched, barely breathing. There was nowhere to hide.
Then another bang. This one was louder and closer to the door. I clutched Becca's hand tightly, bringing my finger to my lips.
