Chapter Four
Kim Medhurst
When Kim woke up again, she felt even worse than she had the time before. How was that even possible? And what the hell was all that bloody noise?
Clattering. Grunting. Shuffling. Coughing.
Voices. Faint. “Come on. Where the hell is she? Kim? Kim!”
Kim? Hey, that’s me! Who the hell is calling me? And why? I wish they’d be quiet, so I can go back to slee…
She shook her head, some ancient survival instinct warning her not to go back to sleep. Sleep was bad. She needed to stay awake. Let the voices know where she was, so they could come and get her.
She opened her mouth to call out, but managed only to make a weird gasping sound. She gave a frustrated huff—more of a snort, really—through her nose, then swallowed hard and wiggled her tongue around in her mouth
