Once inside the little shack in the middle of nowhere Beth felt relief wash over her. She was hot, dirty and severely injured but at this moment, she felt a sense of contentment. Finding the shoddy lock for the cabin door Beth quickly locked it behind her. It would have to do for now. Beth made a swift sweep of her sanctuary to make sure she was indeed, alone. The air was stale and it hung tightly in her nose. A couple of sneezes later Beth steadied herself and found the small kitchenette in hopes of finding some sort of meal. A few cans of beans, a box of mac 'n cheese and a tin of anchovies. Delish, she thought to herself. Without hesitation Beth grabbed one of the can of beans and searched the drawer for a can opener. Cold beans would have to do for tonight, she wasn't about to figure out if this cabin had electricity for the microwave or fuss with the gas on the smallest oven she had ever seen.
Using one hand wasn't easy and Beth grew frustrated with herself. Getting the can of beans open was a bit of a struggle but all in all, worth it. After her meal Beth dragged herself to the tiny bathroom. It wasn't much but it was more than she had seen God knows how long. Testing the faucet for water supply Beth was pleasantly surprised to see some gurgling brown water pour out. After about a minute it was clear and running smoothly. A small smile came across Beth's pink lips and she looked up to find a rough looking woman looking back at her. On second look she realized that woman was her. Almost frightened by the reflection in the mirror Beth stepped back. With a large gulp Beth returned to the sink to shut off the water. Seeing herself like this was unsettling, the dried blood on her face, on her neck and throughout her hair made tears well up in her eyes. Two rough scars from poorly stitched stitches ran along her cheek and forehead. She hadn't had a moment to feel sorry for herself or let herself feel enough to cry. What the hell was she doing and how the hell was she alive? These questions kept racing through her mind on an endless loop.
Pushing her emotions to the side Beth grabbed a cloth that was folded in the cabinet above the toilet. Running the water over the cloth Beth brought it up to her face and began to clean away the dirt and grime from her soft, fair skin. Taking extra care she cleaned her wounds with the cool water from the tap. She knew she needed stitches but had no way to operate on herself. Infection could be setting in as she stood there in shock of her appearance. With a cleaner face and wounds than before Beth searched the small medicine cabinet behind the mirror. She found some pain pills and a mysterious antibiotic. Both would have to do for now, the risk was worth it at this point.
The sun was low in the sky by the time Beth made it back to the main room. There was a couch a small TV that looked like it belonged back in 1950 and a small fireplace. Not wanting to draw any attention to her existence in the cabin the fireplace would stay empty tonight. Flopping down on the musty couch Beth became stoic of the situation. This was home for tonight and possibly the foreseeable future or as long as Beth was to survive with a head wound that was so serve it had paralyzed part of her body. The mobility in her left foot came and went and her leg felt more alive than it did when she had struggled to her feet at her grave. If that was all the function she was going to recover from this injury than so be it, she could function and that brought a tiny sad smile to her face.