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HaggisInDraggis	Feb 25 2009, 08:08 PM
Member Posts: 36 Group: Member Member #166 Joined: October 1, 2008	Day 39-1 Drip… Drip… Drip… She opened her eyes drearily. She was cold, and she couldn’t feel her right leg. She tried to move her arms. They were a bit numb too. She moved a bit and the circulation returned. They weren’t exactly warm, but at least they weren’t numb. Then she moved her leg. One moment, her leg was numb. The next moment, it hurt more than anything had every hurt her before. Involuntarily, a scream left her mouth, and she kept it up for a good five seconds. For a minute or so afterwards, she just whimpered. Cindy looked down at her leg and saw her lower leg bone sticking out of her skin under her knee. The skin she could see was purple and puffy. There was loads of blood staining the snow where she lay. She was surprised that she made it through the night. Off in the distance, she heard a howl. It kind of sounded like an owl, or maybe a wolf. Did they have those on the island? With great care, she shifted her weight a little and tried to get more comfortable. Then she heard a sound that scared the hell out of her. The ground beneath her cracked slightly. She was on a frozen lake. The sun was up, and it warmed her slightly, but not much. But the lake didn’t need to get too warm to be a problem. Slowly, she began inching herself towards the edge of the lake. Slowly, but surely. She didn’t try to stand. Somehow, she felt that if she tried to stand, she’d fall through. Every once in a while she would move her right leg wrong, and a stab of pain would shoot up her thigh like a lightning bolt shot from her broken leg. Several times, Cindy stopped just to cry. She sobbed and sobbed, and then got up the energy to crawl a little further. Until the pain then overwhelmed her, and she had to stop again. She felt very cold, and very alone. The edge wasn’t much further, but Cindy was at the end of her rope. She didn’t want to go any further. She had no reason to. Where would she go? Back to the Orchid? What good was that? She realized that she was going to die. She didn’t want to go this way. Helpless. Alone. Defeated. Somehow, getting to the edge of the lake was important to her. She didn’t care if she died after that. She just wanted one last victory. One last success. So she kept crawling. She started ignoring the pain in her leg, and she even tried to use that a bit. She could put pressure on the knee without too much extra pain, so long as her leg didn’t dangle too much. So she did. She crawled, and she was almost there. She began panting and shouting with every inch. Every movement was laborious. But she would finish on her terms. She was making so much noise, however, that she didn’t notice the sound of the ice cracking. That is, she didn’t notice it until the ice actually split. Cindy’s arm went right through the ice and her face rammed into the top of the lake. She couldn’t stop her momentum, and her whole body slid into the freezing water just 5-6 feet from the edge. As her right leg tumbled into the water after her, she felt a clicking as the bone retreated back beneath her flesh and reset somewhat. A scream or two managed to escape Cindy’s mouth again before unconsciousness gripped her. On several occasions during her life, Cindy had been in danger of dying. On several occasions she thought of ending her own life. But she never thought she would go like this. Broken. Battered. And LOST. Edited by HaggisInDraggis, Feb 25 2009, 08:12 PM.


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