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Molly was a lot of things, and at the present moment, lost and confused, was at the top of the list. Everything was spinning and the only thing that was hard and still was a name. Molly. It was her name. That much she knew. Her last name was lost to her and she didn't know where that hell she was, but she knew that something was wrong, very wrong.
She couldn't remember anything, everything was a hazy blur and when she stood she almost fell back down, her head was swimming. Reaching to rub at her aching temples she felt a warm dampness there, pulling her hands away she was shocked to find her hand painted with crimson blood and suddenly she was overwhelmed with pain.
Stumbling she made her way down the path, her eyes settling on a shifting figure ahead by around 20 yards. She tried yelling, but found her voice hoarse and weak. It took a few tries before she was able to shout.
"Hello?"
