Helen woke up and quickly decided that this was not where she was before and certainly not where she had been planning to go. She had been lost before but never like this and if there were any Gods or deities looking down at her she was certain that they would be mildly impressed.<br/><br/>First things first she had to found out where she was. Rolling from her front onto her side, she’d learnt long ago not to lie on her back, Helen opened her eyes. It was dark, was she blind? No, her eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and a sliver of the moon peered down from above. He eyes drifted over the shadows of a building in front of her that looked like a pyramid. This place was definitely not where she had been planning to go, the only pyramid there was a one made of rope.<br/><br/>Easing herself into a more upright position, and gently brushing the dirt off her face, she wondered how she might’ve gotten here. What had she been doing before? Walking…with the laundry towards Eastrop to wash it in the river and along the way she had met someone, no two people actually; Martin and Henry who were two days late from when they should’ve been back from scavenging. They had run across Red-Fleshes so had had to take longer getting back and after that they had chatted about other things all of sudden though she had felt faint and then woke up here lying face down in the dirt.<br/><br/>Watching the light of a flame slowly ascend to the top of a pyramid Helen picked herself off the ground and embraced herself against the cold night air. Out of all the possible places to go right now the top of the pyramid seemed to be the most attractive with people atop it. She stepped forward onto something and so she looked down only to instantly regret that decision. She had stepped onto a hand, without an arm attached to it, with stubby fingers wearing a wristwatch and a ring on the pinkie. She looked at the ground around her, eyes picking out bodies partially hidden in the darkness some moving but most not and a very not in one piece. The fingers attached to the hand beneath her foot wriggled furiously. Helen shrieked and proceeded to stamp on the hand multiple times even after it had stopped moving, shrieking all the while as most terrified people would.