The Poison in the Veins

"Flora, wake up." a voice seemed to call from somewhere far off, but to Flora all she could perceive was the knocking in her ears. Her eyelids fluttered open, and the first feeling that hit her was the stinging cold, which pierced the thin fabric of her clothes. A throb coursed through her whole body, a dull ache inside that made her head feel like it was full of cotton. The gunshot, the bloodcurdling scream-they still lingered in her mind, yet now they seemed so far ...