"All around The Mulberry Bush, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his sock. POP! Goes the weasel."
Meghan woke up. Her head shaking repeatedly.
That moment of realization.
She wasn't in the hospital bed.
She couldn't see regularly.
Everything was red.
She woke up in a forest.
Crying.
alone...
A bush rattled in the distance.
She didn't know where, yet the bush in the background soon was a highlighted red. Something was guiding her there. Her breathing hardened as she stood up. She walked a few steps but fell down.
She had a twisted ankle.
It was bleeding.
She felt a liquid drop from her eyes.
Probably just tears.
She wiped her eyes.
No.
No.
Not tears...
Blood.
Meghan shrieked in shock. The thumping in her head got louder... And louder...
She passed out again, her eyes continued to drip, slowly racing to her neck.
Something happened.
She didn't know what.
She just wanted to go home...Right now...
She woke up again. In a different place. A factory? ...Probably. She checked her surroundings.
blood.
She was covered in blood
She wasn't hurting.
This wasn't her blood.
