It was about her seventh drink that Emma started to feel like something was wrong. Well not really wrong but she was for sure thinking she was hammered. Waving goodbye to the person she was talking to, she began to drift off to someplace quieter. The sounds of her head pounding were as loud as drums. “Ow” She mutters to herself softly as she continued to walk off into unfamiliar territory. As her vision started to become more blurry, Emma tried to shake it off. “Ugh I need to si---” Before Emma could finish her sentence, her legs started to give out and she tripped on a rock. Mumbling to herself, Emma pushed herself slowly up before she crawled to the nearest tree. The feeling of tiredness was trying to overtake her and it was working. Letting her head rest there, she blinked for a moment before the dizziness took her.
