Dragoncrest Cliffs the city in the sea

set to 06.27; injuries: lacerations and bruises throughout her body, broken ribs, broken right hind ankle

half-dead, half-dragging herself through the redwoods. 

a good place for a redgirl.

she's found her way to borders; collapses upon them, nostrils flared at the acrid, possessive stench. 

maybe they'll kill her.

god knows everyone else has tried. 

she lets loose a croaking, wordless cry for aid, mouth dry, lips cracked and chapped. old blood matted over her pelt. 

dead meat. carrion.

but a nearby smell—

salt, and rotting things. all potential.

if she lives