In the middle of a cluster of trees, if one were attracted to the rasping sounds of a voice trying desperately to make itself heard, they would have found a girl, utterly broken in every way possible, lying with her limbs at unnatural angles and covered in blood.
"S-... Some... -body..."
She gasped, a terrible sound coming from her chest as she did.
"H-Help..."
There was no help coming. Nobody was around that area, and they definitely wouldn't be until long after. And what help would anyone be, even if they did manage to find her? This would be a serious, 25%-chance-to-survive-at-best injury even in the best of circumstances, with access to proper medical facilities, and trained professionals. And none of that existed here.
"Pl-Please..."
Cammy was scared. She knew what this meant. She knew she was dead. There was no coming back from this.
"S-S-S-... Some-..."
She cried. She cried, even though she didn't think she could cry anymore. She was dying and...
...Alone. She was alone. She needed help, but she knew that there was no way to help her. What she wanted, was...
A terrible wheezing noise erupted from her throat.
She didn't want to die alone.
Somebody? Anybody?
"H-H-Help..."
No one. There was no one around to hear her. No one around to find her. She was all alone.
"Pl-... -ease..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"-lp..."
No one was coming.
"I..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"Any-... b-bo-..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"-dy..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"H-... H-..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was coming.
"..."
No one was...
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
No one came.
G046, Camellia Walker-Grimsley: DECEASED