[TWP] Picture prompt

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Picture Prompt


Her head hurts.

Pounds. Every heartbeat like a hammer to her temples. Boom boom. Boom boom. Boom boom.

She tries to stand. That’s a mistake. The ensuing bout of nausea and vomiting only intensifies the pain, which then intensifies the nausea and makes her stomach heave again and again. The vicious cycle continues until there’s nothing left to purge.

Her arms shake, but she manages to push herself back, away from the puddle of stomach contents before she collapses. The jagged concrete isn’t comfortable, jabbing into her skin, but it’s cold. It soothes the feverish heat racing across her forehead.

She doesn’t know where she is.

Her skin feels tight. She lifts a trembling hand and touches her cheek, her forehead. There is something on her skin…it flakes off. She looks at her fingertips. The flakes are a deep rust color. She doesn’t recognize them as flakes of dried blood.

Eventually, she stop shaking, and sits up, and looks around. The light is dim, blue-silver against the walls of the…the room. The place she’s in. It streams through a doorway and several windows that are…broken.

Does she live here?

…She can’t remember.

She can’t…remember, where she lives. Where she is. Why it’s so cold. Why her head hurts.

Her fingers reach out, grasp for something to hold on to, to help her stand. They find a pipe running along the wall and grip tightly, feet sliding in and struggling to find something to brace against through the shards of broken concrete. The world tilts the moment she’s upright, and she leans against the wall, swallows hard past the tightness in her throat, fighting back the urge to throw up again. She holds on to the pipe, stays close to the wall and inches her way towards the brightest source of light. The doorway.

She shields her eyes against the light and steps into an alien world.