Katrina Garnier
Mother of Akk Dogs
Groaning Katrina lifted her head up off the cold floor. Leaning against one of the four gray walls in the room she glanced to see nothing but more of the same. There was nothing not even a door in sight. The woman would have gotten up to pat the walls as she was sure there had to be a hidden door but her head was spinning. Perhaps she would try to get up later when it didn't hurt so much. Katrina didn't drink but if she did the woman imagined that this was what having a hang over felt like.
As she sat in the dimly lit room she tried to remember how she got here and where this was. This information wasn't as helpful as knowing how to get out but she felt that in some capacity it would be useful.
After a few minutes had past Kat felt well enough to try to get up so she placed a hand against the wall for balance as she slowly got to her feet only to fall again.
As she sat in the dimly lit room she tried to remember how she got here and where this was. This information wasn't as helpful as knowing how to get out but she felt that in some capacity it would be useful.
After a few minutes had past Kat felt well enough to try to get up so she placed a hand against the wall for balance as she slowly got to her feet only to fall again.