The dispatch center for the garbage trucks was only a couple of blocks away from the trailer park you were currently calling home. It was a bit of a rough neighbourhood with homeless people, drug addicts, prostitutes and petty thugs. Most people left you alone though, Scott had an intimidating appearance and you still had your ankle monitor.
You always walked home after a shift because you didn't have access to a car. You didn't even know if Scott had a license or not, you yourself had only just learnt to drive before you found yourself in his body. As you took the same walk every day, it was easy for you to notice when someone was tailing you. Like this lady was now.
You turned a corner into an alley way and when she went to follow you grabbed her with your strong hands and pinned her against the wooden fence. She let out a surprised shriek but didn't scream. She was so tiny in your arms, you felt you could break her. She was underweight, had straight raven black hair that extended to her jawline, though it was longer on one side. She was wearing fishnet stockings, black boots, a short black skirt and a corset. Her makeup was dark and she had an excessive amount of piercings. She reminded you a little of how Erika looks, or looked you weren't sure now. Though one thing was certain, you had never seen this woman in your life.
"Luke right...?" She asked making you let go and take a few steps back. "So I was right, your name is Luke, inventor of the body switching technology not Scott Bergson, age 25, convicted felon."
"Who are you?" you asked hoping that because they knew who you were, then there was hope for you.
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