Her skin was ghostly pale. Her eyes were dull and weak. Her breaths were sharp and quick. She stood there shivering in the cold december wind. Long curly black hair was dripping wet with blood and snow. She stood alone and scared in the cold december snow. She let out a small gasp before falling in to the cold snow. Shivering and shaking she slowly fades into unconsciousness. Blood staining the pure white snow. The blood red snow was sickening. Clothes were torn and tathered. She looked frail and broken. Her wound looked unreal, a gash thats from her stomach to her thigh. It looked truly terrifiying. Her chest rose softly and slowly. I slowly approched her. carefully picking her and walking to the nearest hospital. Millions of questions were going through my head, but the main two were ' who is she and what happend to her?
