Sheva sat near the broken window of in old hut in the middle of nowhere. She didn't know where she was or how she got there but she was too exhausted to find out. She traced the cracks of the window with a slender finger as the pouring rain seeped through. Perfect. She was alone with nobody. Or was she? Sheva turns her head to face another wall about 5 feet away. This hut was devastatingly small. This is hut is by far the smallest I've been in. She turns her head to look back at the window but not until she notices the smell.
"Good God!"
Her hands immediately clasp her nose to avoid the harsh stench. Smells like something rolled over and died. The odor had a sour mildew smell that reach to her nose and pulled at the insides, threatening to turn it inside out. Sheva couldn't bring herself to stay in this dumpster any longer. She stood immediately ready to run into the fresh air. Yet the soreness in her muscles kicked in. She staggers a bit until she regains her composure. Why are my muscles so sore? Sheva begins to walk through the opening of the hut out into the rain and into a bulky chest.
"Sheva! What are you doing out in the rain?"