Kathy dropped to the ground, the rough soil scratching her knees as she fumbled in her bag. She found some cloth, but the blood, thick and crimson, was already seeping into her eyes, burning and impairing her vision. Staying awake was crucial, she knew, to survive the night. The ground felt uneven beneath her hands as she stood, the heavy backpack a burden on her back. In the shadowy forest, she imagined wild eyes watching her, drawn by the coppery tang of blood. Her blurry vision made it hard to see, and thirst clawed at her throat, while she gratefully felt the strength in her legs, unbroken despite the fall. Kathy repeatedly checked her phone for a signal, but to no avail; she must be deep in the woods. If she stops, she risks passing out, so she needs to keep moving.
Meanwhile, Antho
