Maybe if she had woken up a few minutes before the sun did. Maybe if she showered faster than speed of her faulty and depressed shower. Maybe if she had resisted the urge to wash her hair. Maybe ....

"Next." A booming voice shouted, jarring her out of her reverie. 

A hand pushed her forward until she was almost kissing the cutlass the man standing in front of her was holding. She was not sure which she should be more scared of, the man with the cold eyes or the cutlass coated with the blood of those who had gone before her. 

The man raised the cutlass up. His eyes looked straight through her. To him she was just another body part. 

She closed her eyes. 

Maybe if she had listened to the voice that told her not to enter the car. Maybe she would not be here. 

Hmmmm.