Something hit her head.
She groaned as she rubbed it tiredly, her other hand reaching out for something to grab.
Her hand landed on a soft plastic material.
The second her other senses turned on, a disgusting smell reached her nose, another one coming right after.
She slightly opened her eyes but squinted them at the glowing golden light shining above her.
Parker was laying in a dumpster, covered in garbage. Her clothes were soaked wet, and her gun was gone.
She slowly lifted herself and went climbing out of the garbage, as another groan came from beside her. As an instinct, she grabbed the first thing that came to her sight, which happened to be a broken stick and threw it at the moving space, before confusedly looking in the garbage.
The stick seemed to hit the person, as a small 'bonk' was heard, followed by another groan. "What was that for?" A man with a thick British accent lifted himself in a sitting position, his hand rubbing the side of his head.
