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SHE AWOKE WITH A GASP FULL OF DREAD AND A HINT OF FEAR THAT FILLED HER VERY BEING. Her eyes scanned all above and then to most of her inner space. She laid on her back, feeling some sort of pain all in her body but slightly sat up, shaking as she did so. She grunted as she began to stumble upwards, now on her knees. Her right hand went up to her neck, feeling a throbbing pain course through her veins. It was an unfamiliar sensation, something terribly new to her.
Her entire body ached with a stinging pain as she moved, attempting to remind her of something. She glanced around her, noticing only so many trees and a starry night sky worthy of the gorgeous sky. Barely any stars shined as much as one that she could see clearly stretched out to some mountain, ways away.
The darkness engulfed the entire area, like someone covering something to high hell with no intentions of letting go. She swallowed thickly as her heart began to race as if she wasn't able to breath. It beat against her chest practically a thousand times faster than it would had usually.
Taking a moment to breath in and out, she felt a jerking motion in her right leg and left arm. Her leg had felt as though someone throughly stabbed it with a sword or worse, a poison of some kind. As for her arm, it was limp. She felt as though it could not be moved or have any feeling at all. She winced at trying to move either but had to manage. She draped her right arm over her left while only really moving her left leg while stubbornly attempting to move her injured leg.
She slowly stumbled forward, hoping to reach somewhere or someone, thinking there had to be some outpost of some sort up ahead. Only moving so slightly over a few seconds, she could feel an utterly stinging pain in her leg. Looking down, it was crystal clear how bad it was. There was an enormous outpour of blood from a deep wound, mainly centered in her thigh. The blood had gone down her leg and unto the dirt, creating a noticeable stain that she wouldn't be able to get rid of easily. She grunted at the sight while then trying to inspect her limp arm. At first, it had just seemed like it had some small, minuscule bruise but upon closer inspection and with a regretful touch, she could then see it was a fresh bruise with a color worthy of some royal purple. As she had touched it, she could feel an agonizing pulsing feeling she had wished wasn't there.
Taking a deep breath in, she continued onward in search of something besides the shrubbery and eternal darkness. She dragged her frail limbs and fearful mind with all she had, determined to not let herself perish. Not now, of all times.
For what felt like hours, she finally found a small shack of sorts, one made completely made of oak she didn't find familiar in any fashion. Nonetheless, she warily peeked into the shack, inspecting it to see if it was safe. Looking in, she could see sheets and broken glass scattered everywhere with almost no light finding it's way into the mediocre space.
Her eyes scanned the space for any clue of supplies or at least someone, even if it seemed not that plausible that someone could fit in there especially with all the broken glass. She quietly sighed in frustration as she realized the only thing she found was sheets and a place she couldn't possibly rest.
Although, as soon as she thinks of continuing past the shack, a faint sound reaches her ears. It's in the far distance yet so clear in her eardrums. As she attempts to stand so still, it only gets closer with it's sounds—it's footsteps becoming clearer with every second. With only mere moments to act, she quickly but almost silently creeps into the shack, trying to avoid all of the glass.
Alas, she could feel the shattered glass pierce through her skin in several spots, alerting her to the fact that she had completely forgotten the fact that her clothes were bloodied while her feet had nothing on or around them. She quietly winced in pain but only grunted in order to barely alert any attention to herself.
She swallowed thickly as she found a corner endorsed with sheets that she huddled up in, her knees up to chest while one of her hands covered her mouth in an attempt to silence herself as much as possible. Her entire body shook tremendously with fear and desperate hope, evidently.
Besides the ever-growing sound of the faint footsteps, she could only hear her heart pumping against her chest, making herself even more on edge. With a deep breath in, she only focuses on staying silent but as her eyes carefully watch through the windows and her ears pick up the footsteps, she realizes something she had never been more afraid of in that point of time.
She wasn't alone.
── Authors Note ── So I love this already
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