Daisy’s POV
Somebody was moaning inches from me on my left, but I was too sleepy to wake up.
The moaning sounded again, and I felt movement next to me, so I forced myself to open my eyes.
Fear and confusion washed over me.
“Where am I?” I mumbled. I was lying face up on a narrow cot, looking up at yellowing drop ceiling tiles.
I tried to sit up to look around, but the motion made the room spin. A single light bulb showed me I was in a room with a concrete floor and block walls.
How did I get here? Who else was here with me?
“Daisy,” Anna said. She must be lying on the cot next to mine. Her voice was as weak as I felt. “Are you alright?”
“I think so,” I replied. I wasn't in pain, and I could move everything, but why was I so drowsy and dizzy?
“That gas they shot into your truck kno
