It took a couple of minutes for Rochelle to start to stir. At first it was only blackness and an ocean of disorientation in her head. But the natural progression from unconsciousness to consciousness was sped up by the stinging she was vaguely starting to feel in her leg. It got worse the more aware she became.

She groaned as her fingers attempted to flex themself out. She felt stone curled around them, a piece of concrete from the fall, and finally she slowly started to open her eyes.

"Nnnnhn..."