Erica stares at the truck for a good moment or two while she mulls over her options. There's a not so small part of her still screaming that this is a bad idea, that she needs to run as fast as she can and never look back but- no.

She shakes her head. "No. I-I promised myself I'd see this through to the end. I have to. I can't live the rest of my life wondering what this all meant."

She looks down again, shivering a bit in the cold. "But that doesn't mean I can't worry about it. That person on the app- Luci, I think?- they said some of us 'didn't make it' when they told us to come here..."

The thought hangs there as her voice trails off.