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Amy Kemp listened to the pattern of her heartbeat, noticing that it roughly matched the throbbing of her head. If she didn’t know better, she’d think her head was the only thing she had left, as it was all she could feel. Laid on her side, her legs tied together and her arms bound behind her back, everything was numb from the cold. The chill concrete floor was hard, and she wondered if the circulation to her limbs had been completely cut off.
She sent signals to her fingers and toes, trying to get them moving. She had no idea if it was working or not. Everything was numb. She knew her body would be starting to shut down soon, trying to conserve energy. She wondered how long a person could go without food or water before the inevitable happened.
She didn’t remember much. One minute sh
