A tall man, who appeared to be a knight, made his way over to the fallen portrait and picked it up. But Farahs luck seem to continue on as the young man didn't bother to look down and spot her, before walking back towards the others.
After everyone had made their way from the congregational seating area, to the rooms in the back, Farah made her way back to her feet, and headed towards the door. However it was locked and she didn't have the key, so she quickly walked to a nearby side-window, pulled back the curtain, and began to try and lift it up.........but the woman quickly stopped and stepped back behind the curtains as she spotted a large group of infected wandering about.
"What is this!? It's like they're more active at night!" she whispered to herself, before sighing and turning around.
It was dark still, but Farah was able to spot the row of pews.......and slowly made her way to one near the front, where she'd take a seat and stare up at the large cross behind the main podium.
This was the last place she felt like staying for the night, but it looked like she had no choice, so she sighed once again, and then slipped out of her boots.
It was only a few seconds or so later, when she went to lay down, that she caught a glimpse of her bloodied hand, & her eyes went wide.
"I cut my hand!?" she wondered, as she quickly began to scan for a cut. But there was none. So she quickly pulled up her sleeves and checked both arms......after finding nothing there, she looked down at her legs, and finally spotted the two-three inch slash on her right thigh, with a trail of blood leading down her leg to where the top of her boots had been - meaning the blood on her hand likely came from the top of her right boot.
"When did this happen?" Farah whispered to herself, as she licked her thumb and began to try and wipe the blood away.
A small area of blood wouldn't wipe off her thigh though, and she cursed under her breath.......quickly correcting herself though as she looked up at the cross.
"I need water to get the rest of this off i guess......well, it'll have to wait until morning, after i've had time to rest and can heal myself." she said to herself, thankful that the cut wasn't that deep, and had stopped bleeding.
Farah would lay down on the Pew and stare at the back of the one in front of her for several minutes.......she hoped that being in the third row of pews would conceal her some in the morning if the others woke before her.
"Maybe i should lay on the floor?" she thought......but before should could fully decide, she fell fast asleep.
After everyone had made their way from the congregational seating area, to the rooms in the back, Farah made her way back to her feet, and headed towards the door. However it was locked and she didn't have the key, so she quickly walked to a nearby side-window, pulled back the curtain, and began to try and lift it up.........but the woman quickly stopped and stepped back behind the curtains as she spotted a large group of infected wandering about.
"What is this!? It's like they're more active at night!" she whispered to herself, before sighing and turning around.
It was dark still, but Farah was able to spot the row of pews.......and slowly made her way to one near the front, where she'd take a seat and stare up at the large cross behind the main podium.
This was the last place she felt like staying for the night, but it looked like she had no choice, so she sighed once again, and then slipped out of her boots.
It was only a few seconds or so later, when she went to lay down, that she caught a glimpse of her bloodied hand, & her eyes went wide.
"I cut my hand!?" she wondered, as she quickly began to scan for a cut. But there was none. So she quickly pulled up her sleeves and checked both arms......after finding nothing there, she looked down at her legs, and finally spotted the two-three inch slash on her right thigh, with a trail of blood leading down her leg to where the top of her boots had been - meaning the blood on her hand likely came from the top of her right boot.
"When did this happen?" Farah whispered to herself, as she licked her thumb and began to try and wipe the blood away.
A small area of blood wouldn't wipe off her thigh though, and she cursed under her breath.......quickly correcting herself though as she looked up at the cross.
"I need water to get the rest of this off i guess......well, it'll have to wait until morning, after i've had time to rest and can heal myself." she said to herself, thankful that the cut wasn't that deep, and had stopped bleeding.
Farah would lay down on the Pew and stare at the back of the one in front of her for several minutes.......she hoped that being in the third row of pews would conceal her some in the morning if the others woke before her.
"Maybe i should lay on the floor?" she thought......but before should could fully decide, she fell fast asleep.