Laura kept walking through the night, though slowly and limping, since she tripped three more times and fell each time, so she had sprained both ankles and gotten several cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs, plus a lot of mosquito and ant bites, and even a good portion of them were fire ants. All Laura knew was that she had gotten bit by something, and she knew that some of them were mosquito bites, and they itched, others were ant bites, and they hurt, but the other bites hurt even more and she didn't know what kind of bites they were, but they were small and hurt, itched, and burned, as well as bright red welts all over her feet and lower legs.
She cried and cried. She couldn't stop. It all hurt so much. She had never experienced bites like these.
By the time the sun had begun to rise, she found herself limping into a neighborhood of somewhat older homes. The neighborhood she was in the houses were newer, and pretty much looked the same, though some were two stories and others were single story. These homes were older and mainly single story, and some only had a carport, not a garage like every house in the neighborhood that James' father lived.
Laura pushed on a little more, but knew that sooner or later, she would need help.
A few minutes later, she found herself approaching a house with a porch, with some noise coming from it, and a fairly young looking man sitting there.
She slowly walked that direction, but scared, so she sort of hoped he wouldn't see her. At first, she didn't know that this was what she had seen in her dream the other night. Then she recognized it and slowly crept forward.