Diary Entry 5

Date: They tell me it is October 14th
Time: 7:45 a.m
Location: In the storage compartment of a van

My life, what portion I can recall, sucks.
Honest to God, I can't think of one person who's life sucks as much as mine does. The only good thing I have going for me is the fact that I scare the crap out of pretty much anyone who comes near me. Didn't get me out of this car, but it did give me back my journal.
Yeah, the crashing came from a couple of goons in big yellow suits. They wore masks and everything. Anyway, there was a bit of pursuit, then my foot caught an untimely root and everything went to hell.
I kicked, screamed, lashed out at them as they dragged me back to 'safety', as they claimed.
Morons. They should have known better. Safety is relative, even in a big yellow suit.
Things didn't go well when they tried to restrain me. Sedatives kind of turned the odds in their favor.
"What's your name?" asked an androgenous character in a white jumpsuit.
I curled my lip like the feral forest-girl I was. The he/she didn't really notice.
"You lost?" it querried.
I couldn't help it. "No s***." I replied. Everyone looked surprised that I had the competence to snark at them.
An hour of fruitless questioning later, and I was tossed into the back of this padded bus with my notebook. We haven't moved in several hours, but they gave me food and water through a slot at the front of my padded cage.
Damn. I hear voices outside. They're moving around to the front, climbing into the cab. I won't be able to write when the vehicle starts, and I'll be too panicky trying to figure out where they're taking me.
I sipped my vial-juice for the nerves and lay down. Nothing for it. I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere.