Pee

I wet myself. They wouldn't let us out. I couldn't wait any longer. The truck has barely stopped since I got on. The door has not opened once. My head was throbbing with pain. None of us spoke. We couldn't see each other, and there was nothing to say anyhow. We were all too frightened. With the cold getting colder, my faceless friends and I huddled together struggling to keep warm. I started to regret wetting myself. The stench started to swarm, but at least the pee was warm.