Post by Teresa Bennett on Feb 18, 2014 23:10:17 GMT -5
Teresa Bennett awoke with a start, lying face down in a forest that was fast approaching dawn. Her memory on how she got here was fuzzy. She’d been looking for something and then...nothing. Teresa stood up, using one of the tree for support. There was blood on the leaves where her head had been, and Teresa gently probed her face, coming to a large gash on her forehead. She turned around but whatever clues to her state had vanished completely. She leaned against the tree and tried to think. Had she been drugged, kidnapped? Drug dealers had been known to do worse. But why was she free? The familiar weight of her holster dug against her side, a comfort. Why didn’t they take her gun? This was adding up to nothing but confusion.
Teresa took out her cell phone, not quite surprised to find it. They hadn’t searched her very well or not at all. No signal. She raised it higher, getting the same result. No signal in the middle of woods with no idea how she got there. She started walking. She had to find a road. Roads meant civilization, and maybe someone had a working phone and she could figure what had happened to her. She stopped walking, the fine hairs on the back of her neck and then arms raising. Years of experience had honed the instinct that someone was watching her. Her hand found her gun subconsciously, staining the butt with red. Fingers curled around it, prepared to take it out.
She turned slowly, checking her corners, gaze darting to peer among the shadows. It was quiet. For a time Teresa only heard her own labored breathing. She swiped at the strands of hair that had fallen across her eye, whisking away a trickle of blood that had trailed past her temple. The cold bit into her exposed skin and she shivered, checking her surroundings once last time before walking again. She kept one hand on her weapon.