Lin Shutong was woken up by the pungent smell of old gasoline and an unnamed, organic smell. The smell went straight into her nose, bringing her back to reality from her sleep.
Her eyelids were covered with dust and dirt, and it took a lot of effort to open them. What she saw was the familiar and depressing scene in the car.
The dashboard was completely eaten away by rust, as if it had been gnawed by a hungry wild animal. Those crappy vinyl seats are not comfortable at all.
Another "nice" morning has come.
She struggled to get up from the makeshift bed made of collected blankets, feeling awkward in her limbs.
Every joint creaked, as if playing a decaying tune, which was quite in tune with the outside world.
