Snippet #1786280

Beth groaned. Whoever that was had knocked her out, and now she was sitting in the middle of the woods, back where she started. Thankfully she seemed unharmed, and her bad was there. The bag also seemed full, so it didn't seem like they took her stuff. Why bother dragging her out here then? Beth stood up, finding herself a little sore but otherwise fine. "Better than tied to a metal table and being cut open while wide awake..." she muttered, putting her hand to her stomach that had a long thin scar across it. Stupid doctors could've at least put her to sleep. Beginning to walk, Beth realized she had no sense of direction and was hungry. Muttering, Beth sat back down and dug through her bag.