Snippet #1283688

Alerie rolled over from her dazed sleep looking up to see a dim light pour through the cracks of what seemed like a crate. Perfect... She thought silently sitting up. Her hand drifted to her cheek tracing the ragged scar that started from the bottom of her eye down to the middle of her neck. The sudden movement of her sitting up brought a wave of dizziness over her and she used the wood behind her to lean against. She had only closed her eyes for a moment before she saw a small hole in one of the wooden panels. Moving carefully she went on her hands and knees to peek through. Adungeon. She spied the stone walls and caged doors. Turning with her back against the wood she used her feet, which were covered with old worn converse, to push against the one side.
Harder! She yelled herself and slammed her weight behind her feet cracking the wooden side off, with a protestant squeak. She rolled from the crate with a huff standing up to brush off her black jacket. Glancing down she made a mental note that her skinny jeans had ripped and her white V-neck was dusty with soot.