Drip...

... Drip...

...Drip.

Pain entered her head, from left to right across her forehead. She slowly opened here eyes. From the wet leaves above, little droplets of rain splashed onto her face. She didn't move much. The more conscious she became, the more she felt. It was cold. Every joint in her body that she could feel was sore. The howling wind pushed ripples through her clothes. Judging by the cold spots, she could tell her clothes were tattered and ripped.

As she became fully conscious, she started to ask herself many questions. Who was she? Where was she? How did she get here? Why did she hurt so much?

After some time, she decided it was time to take action. The pain was not subsiding. Neither was the weather. She started by giving her left arm a little wiggle. Then, she checked her right. Aside from the soreness, she felt okay so far. She moved her right leg. Pain, but it worked. Now, her left. Nothing. Not even pain. She bit back her alarm by biting her lip. Mustering a bit of strength, she lifted her head and looked down. Her left leg was there. It had no visible wounds from this angle. She moved it. She wiggled it and saw it move, but she felt nothing. Not even the sensation of the gritting cold.

She told herself it was okay. She slowly used her hands and sat up. Her jeans were a tattered mess. Her shirt was torn in several places along the stomach and the right side. What had happened to her? She mustered every bit of thought she could, but everything considered a memory escaped her. The girl slid herself back against he very tree that was providing limited protection from the storm.

The girl slowly looked around. A briefcase was there where she laid moments ago. And a body. That body had once grasped both the briefcase and her body. Clearly this person, this woman, had pulled both the briefcase and herself to this spot. She reached out and pulled the baggage to her, and opened it up slowly. A partially wet blanket. Basic medical supplies. A large knife. Matches.

She looked at the face of the person who seemed to have brought her to this spot. She looked familiar, but she couldn't know for sure. What she knew is that she was alone now. The winds began to pick up a bit. The howling became louder. The branches of the tree no longer gave even minimal protection from the heavier rain.

Getting up, she grabbed the briefcase, pulling it behind her as the wheels dragged a bit into the soaked ground. Using her left arm, she tried to shield her eyes from the oncoming winds and rain that beat down on her little form. The more she walked, the more things became clear in the night. She could see a light in the distance. It flickered greatly, as if it was battling for its very life. She made this her target. A place that could provide answers. Soon, dirt became sand. Sand that got between her torn socks and feet. She could see something. A large piece of machinery that was on fire. Tipped on its side, making no noise other than that of crackling and popping from the fire that was burning out. Not far from it was a rubber boat. Perhaps a life boat. Is this how she came here?

The girl dragged the rubber boat further up. She moved it upside down and set it up with some other pieces of debris to make a small shelter. She found a piece of the machine that had still had a bit of fire still going on it. She dragged it close to her makeshift shelter. She stared at it, hugging her baggage as she contemplated her situation.

Soon, she fell asleep...


(Something I started on another role play site but didn't get any attention, so I decided to toss it up here. XD)