Ever seen those little net bags that some folks use in the dryer? They put their socks or their unmentionables in there so they either dont get tangled up or whatever and then dry away. Well, you just had a unique experience where you got to be the little socks or unmentionables.
Each of you was just woken up, violently, by being tossed about inside the rear compartment of some kind of vehicle. You woke up inside some vinyl bag, found the zipper and quickly peeled yourself out of it. Yes, it was a body-bag. No, you are still wearing clothes. No, you dont have toe-tags on.
The interior of this vehicle is metal and bare, bent from evidently rolling over and over down an embankment. There are five of you here, all of you were being transported somewhere. You all pulled yourselves out of body bags and one of you opened the rear door, which was originally locked, but the pressure of the crash wedged it slightly open. It wasn't easy to open up, took some strength, or something. Who did that?
Still dazed, dizzy and bleeding from minor cuts and bruises, you all crawl or stagger out of the back of the truck. It is a large blue truck with no markings on it other than Texas license plates. You are all standing at the bottom of a hill, woods to one side of you, manicured back for the large highway above you at the top of the hill. There are two cars parked up on the side of the highway a few hundred yards ahead of you, they stopped maybe a few seconds ago, a black SUV and a gray four-door sedan. It is sunny outside with some white puffy clouds drifting by above, the skyline marred by a set of power-lines and a few contrails from jets far, far above. Other than the occasional whoosh of cars zipping by on the highway, its a pretty quiet day. Oh well, there is the sound of dripping something coming from somewhere in the truck, near the front.
What do you do?