Elizabeth

Slowly, Elizabeth tried to open her eyes, her consciousness returning like a mist

A sharp twinge in her ankle, then a dull pressure in her head, throbbing, pulsing like a muffled drum inside her skull.

Elizabeth groaned softly, her eyes still closed. The cold rain pelted her face, mixing with the blood running down her forehead. Her whole body ached, but it was the cold that seemed to hurt the most, as if it were reaching her bones

With difficulty, she opened her eyes. Everything was