Mult-Trigger

You sit in a box, paneled by wooden and steel, tipped on it's side in the middle of a desert. Bodies, living and dead, are packed tight around you, silently sobbing, fearing that they'll die here. Even as all your other senses are assaulted, you're completely blind. The only window fell to the ground when the box tipped over, and now the only way to tell the passage of time is through the shifting between the days' boiling heat and the nights' freezing cold.

She was a single mother of four, and she was desperate. She knew that the travel would be hell, but it couldn't be a worse hell then watching her children stave, and drop out of high school because they couldn't afford pens and pencils. She left a home of sobbing, lonely, terrified children, promising she'd be back by Christmas with American presents. Now, trapped in a hell worse then she could imagine, her mind has been split. Terrified that she will leave her children behind forever, while also crushed by the guilt of her own resentment against her children.

He was barely an adult, and already ravaged by poverty and addiction. He dropped out early, and rotted his already uneducated mind with crystal meth and paint fumes, but he was still aware that he needed to leave. He prepared a passage north, bringing enough dope to keep himself high during the journey, promising himself he'll go cold turkey once he reaches a world that wasn't poison. Now, with the trip elongated indefinitely, the stash runs out right when he most needs something to take off the edge. Now he writhes amidst the symptoms of withdrawal, screeching and kicking the bodies next to him. Some dim part of him is cognizant that he's making a hellish ordeal worse, that the others are starting to kick back, potentially killing him, but he's too strung out and stressed to stop.

You are sitting at the bottom of your communal metal tomb, pinned by bodies. This is your fault, you were the one who vouched for the smugglers who left their truck abandoned, kicked over by something seconds later. Now, crushed beneath your own guilt and a dozen stinking, dead and dying bodies, you and two of your companions trigger.