I scream as my scooter's front wheel snaps. I smash into a tree, wrecking the scooter. I land in a heap in the wet grass. My backpack, with customers' food in it, is crushed and in a dirty puddle. I dejectedly slump in the wet grass, and take off my crash helmet. I'm a skinny anthro deer girl. I nurse my scraped and bruised body. My black and green Uber Eats uniform is soaked through, dirty and tattered. I sniffle in the rain, a picture of misery. "No scooter, no job, no money. Oh god, why?"