We arrive at a gas station to fill up. It is a dingy old looking building. But that's usually what you get in the middle of no where anyway. There weren't many people around which was a very good thing.
I grab the bag of clothes from the back seat and sneak around the side of the building to the bathroom, trying to hide my blood stained clothes as well as my very exposed crouch.
I walk into the bathroom and sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. I am a real mess. I quickly undress and grab some more underwear and put on a black t-shirt style dress that shows a little too much leg but it's so comfy, and one of my favorites.
I give my hair a quick brush to try and get all the dried blood out, then tie it up high on my head in a messy bun.
I then set to work trying to scrub off the dr
