<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg546774#msg546774">Quote from: Bliss on 12-03-2008, 20:17:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Everything seemed to ache. Eyes darting constantly, squinting through the snow that blew in the window, she liberated her cell phone from her jacket pocket, and dialed Adam with trembling fingers. Shock, from the accident, she figured as she pressed the phone to her ear, and lifted her other hand to press against the side of her neck. It was warm, and wet, and sticky. Her own blood.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The phone rang unanswered in Adam's place, as Gina looked around, trying to find the creature that was stalking her, but she could not see him, wich in many ways were even more scary. She was painfully vurnurable where she sat, strapped into her wrecked car. Could she dare hope for help arriving in time?