A dull achy pain was the first thing that reached her consciousness. Still asleep, she became aware of the heaviness of her body. Sleep slowly shifted itself away from her like a tide moving out to sea. Painfully she sat up and looked around. The shock felt like the whole world had zoomed up behind her and thumped into the back of her head. Oh God, the blood. Her mouth hung open as she looked around the scene. A forest. It was dusk. She didn’t know how she'd got there.
Blood dripped down the bark of a tree beside her.
She began to whimper involuntarily, but couldn't stop herself looking for the source of the thick dark liquid that was splashed across the surrounding area. She stupidly patted her body up and down, checking for a wound. Stupid because whatever this blood came from couldn't possibly still be alive.
Having pulled herself to her feet, she struggled for ideas of what to do next. Explore the scene or cut and run? Being unable to decide on a direction to hurl her feet, she stood shakily and moved only her head to look around. The ground was littered with shorn off tree branches, a few items of clothing, and a shoe. All were drenched.
The sudden sound of a chainsaw squealed through her head. Her pupils dilated violently and she gasped as her feet carried her body as fast as she could go in the opposite direction.