You were kidnapped by one of the rebels.

You were sitting in a dark room with your arms and legs tied together, and the heavy rain was hitting the window gently. Suddenly the door opened and the rebel entered the room and untied you.

"All right, listen. We need to change the location, but the thing is, I can't drive. So whether you like it or not, you're the one who's going to drive." He said sheepishly, and helped you up. Somehow his touch was soft.

He led you to the car and put you in the driver's seat. He sat down next to you and talked about directions. You started the engine without listening to him.

You drove through a dark, dense forest, the ground was wet and slippery from the rain. He continued talking, holding the map in his hands. Not that he understood anything of it, given that he was holding the map upside down. Suddenly he was interrupted by an aggressive curve on the wet ground, the car almost flipped over on its side.

"Could you slow down! Do you want to kill us?" He hissed, before almost dropping the map due to another sudden turn, and the surroundings outside the window blurred due to the speed.

"DO YOU HAVE YOUR DRIVER LICENSE FROM A GODDAMN CEREAL BOX?!" He barked, clinging to your arm for dear life.