MrTAToad
The air tasted wrong. Not like the damp, mild chill of Chichester in... well, whenever it was last. This air was thick with something metallic, something alien that prickled Kayleigh's skin. Her head swam, a violent nausea churning in her stomach, and when she finally managed to force her eyes open, the world was a blurry expanse of unfamiliar green and grey.
She was lying on damp earth, surrounded by what looked like dense, overgrown forest. Rain dripped from unseen leaves overhead, cold and insistent against her face. A groan escaped her lips, and a smaller hand than she remembered reflexively went to her aching head.
Smaller hand?