Lion Head Mesa it's hardly sink or swim when all is well if the ticket sells

She lay in the filth and the mud. All gone. Everyone. Everything. Her head sounded. She should get up. She should try right. But all she wanted to do was lay in ruin. She had failed. She had failed. What a Mazoi. A failure. She wiggled slightly. But her body was compressed and she felt nothing, but a red haze. Perhaps she just hadn't  died yet. Perhaps.