Lost Creek Hollow fool me once, shame on you

Having learned nothing, Ilya was unaware of her surroundings. Half of this was due to the fact that she was occasionally fading in and out of consciousness, and was not truly in right mind. Haven approached and the black woman had no clue she was even anywhere near her. Haven spoke frantically, but the words were blurred together, it seemed. Maybe it was because her ear had been torn clean off, or maybe just because she was not mentally there. She heard her name, and she was pretty sure her friend was calling for help. Ilya was however aware of who was here, and was a bit confused at why. Wasn't Haven supposed to be with... with... whoever her boyfriend was? Sam? Maybe? She didn't remember. Maybe it didn't matter.

Haven laid beside her, and Ilya only let out a whine that sounded again like a disgusting cracking noise.