Early next morning,
Jack slowly opened his eyes, what presented him in front was the metallic ceiling of the driver's cabin.
"Ughh..."
Seeing the familiar environment yet many unfamiliar feelings Jack tried to move and was thus tortured with an unprecedented headache.
The pain was so intense that even he who was not affected by the bullet wounds had cold sweat on his forehead. After relaxing for the time the pain started to subside, feeling that the pain was no more as intense as before, Jack tried to move his body successfully.
Sitting up from the adjusted chair his gaze moved around and he found John sitting in the driver's seat while the scenes in the windows kept changing.
Seeing this Jack was even more confused, as far as he remembered he was sitting in the chair and then slowly went to sleep, he didn't know what happened or how long he slept for his body to be in so much pain.
"Hey, John!"