The rain had stopped, but the sky was still angry and threatening to pour again. What little light came through the clouds lit up the drops of rainwater on the pine needles before it fell onto her dampened skirt. Her head rested against the rough, wet bark of the tree.
Aven couldn’t remember how exactly remember how she ended up in the middle of the forest, nor did she really know where she was. Her eyes struggled to focus, and her leg and head throbbed. Somewhere far off behind her, she heard faint, but angry shouting. Ave knew that she’d need to move to stay out of trouble.
But upon moving her leg, she quickly realized what an impossible task that would prove to be. The sharp pain in her leg rang through her. She gently tugged the hem of her dress up to her knee to see a bright red gunshot wound. The red liquid soaked her skin, and she knew that she had lost quite a bit of blood.
Her attention wavered off as she heard a rustling in the bushes. Ave could feel eyes on her. She weakly reached for her pistol.
@aimlessassassin