"ALISON," she heard someone call out, but her mind was foggy, asleep, her eyes shut tight as a striking headache prevented her from opening her eyes. Alison felt everything around her, the coldness of the surface underneath her naked skin, a complex and bump ground, but the most undeniable thing she couldn't get away from was the rotting stench that never seemed to go away. "Alison, wake up!" They whisper shouted, shaking her body hectically.
Pain.
That's all she felt. Her body ached from any slight movement she made while her head felt like it was going to burst. What happened to her?
"Come on," their voice sounds urgent, and their violated actions told Alison that it was more and just critical; there was a desperation in their tone she couldn't ignore much longer. Without warning, her eyes shot open. Her mind was just as confused as her eyes shucking in her surroundings were.
