prologue

"I was being dragged by my dislocated ankle through the woods. I cried out in pain every time a branch would slice more into the already gaping wound at the back of my head. My right leg was mutilated and I could see the bone, my femur, sticking out. Dirt was inside my wounds, and the thorns and sharp rocks on the forest floor did no help to my already aching body. Whatever was dragging me- yes, I had no idea, it was pitch black out- had no mercy and never turned its head at every scream or whimper that came out of my mouth. I had tried to escape, my nails black from the dirt. But this thing- this creature- would not let me get away."