Estelle shook her head to get rid of her blurry vision, but that only seemed to make things worse. There was an unpleasant throbbing coming from the back of her head and as she raised her hand to touch the spot, the pain intensified. She glanced at her hand, staring at the dark blood with detachment, then looked around.
Rubble and bodies littered the floor around her while she was sitting with her back against the wall. The table with the pots was overturned, and the stews were now mixing with the dirt and dust on the floor, turning everything to muck which had grimed the skirts of her dress.
Something had fallen through the roof just moments ago, or maybe it was longer, crushing the people waiting for their portion and sending the rest running in panic. Somebody had pushed her back in
