Kayla's POV
They were driving for a long time and more than an hour had passed when they finally stopped. I looked through the window to see a big, old building. It was noticeably painted grey even though it was stripping all over. The front door that was painted red was also peeling off. Some of the windows were broken and by its general look, it didn't look like a building that was being used.
I didn't have time to wonder why they were stopping here because both guys pulled their doors and came out. The one in the passenger seat opened the back door where I was and gestured to me. "Get out."