Chapter Three
Kim Medhurst
The earth moved. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected to happen, much less when she was stranded inside a cave on an island off the Scottish coast by herself, but there it was. The physical sensation and the accompanying sound—both of which were terrifying and horribly disorientating—had yanked her from her passed-out state and back into something vaguely resembling consciousness. She cracked open her gritty eyes and pushed herself to sitting, wincing as what felt like every muscle, bone and sinew in her body protested, waiting for her brain to catch up with what was happening. The earth seemed to have stopped shaking, but noise still rolled and echoed around her, and rocks over by the entrance to the cave continued to clatter to the ground. She winced again
