Sasha, Andrea, and Ripley felt the truck slow down and fully stop. Outside, it sounded like there was hundreds of people, cheering for 'America' and how much they will pay for their new playmates. Pay? This wasn't a good sign. The three recalled one of the purgers mentioning an auction, however they thought it was a sick joke to terrify them.
Andrea flipped on her knees and peeked into the sliding window that separated them from the front seats. It was all red, orange, and yellow. Fire. The silhouettes of crowds fading into the bright colors and the outline of a tall stage came into view.
"They brought us somewhere.." Andrea murmured. "I see fire.. People, a stage.. A bus."
"A bus?" Ripley crawled over and knelt next to her, peering out the same misty window. The vivid colors reflected off his pale skin and caused him to continually blink and squint.
At first, he barely spotted anything that Andrea spoke of. But once his sight adjusted to the brightness of the fiery glows, the shapes f