The truck rattled and groaned with every bump on the uneven forest road, the iron bars of the makeshift cage clanging faintly as we were jostled along, The sound of its engine drowning out much of the murmured despair inside
My back was pressed against the cold metal bars of our makeshift cage, and every jolt sent a dull ache through my already bruised body.
I stared out through the gaps, catching glimpses of the dense forest outside, a blur of twisted branches and thick undergrowth
The air inside was suffocating, a mixture of sweat, damp earth, and faint rust that made it hard to breathe.
I sat cross-legged in a cramped corner, my knees pulled up slightly to keep some distance from the strangers pressed around me.
Then I heard something.
The rumble of another engine caught my attention, it was close but not too loud.
Peering through the gaps in the iron walls, I spotted a second truck not far behind us.
