The male had left soon after the crime but Emer had remained hidden within the crypt, left in a heap on the floor too traumatised to move. The adrenaline had faded now, though the fear and the horror of the ordeal consumed her, kept her frozen in place and completely uncertain of what she should do. He had gone that much she knew and all she could do was pray that she never saw him again.
She had no idea how long she had stayed there, but eventually it occurred to her she ought to leave this terrible place. Where she would go she truly didn't know all she knew was that she couldn't remain here any longer, it only made her feel worse or at least she hoped she'd feel better once she got outside. Shakily she pushed herself up to her feet, he was gone but nerves still gripped her and she found she still wasn't sure of her own body as she slowly made her way back along the crypt. Really it was lucky he'd caught up to her so swiftly, or else she may have been forever lost within it's depths.
Emer wasn't sure how she achieved it, but eventually she was out in the open, the air was fresher but it didn't change a thing. She barely noticed it, but the sky was starting to grow light and signalled that she'd been in the crypt not only all afternoon but the entire night. What she had expected to be a pleasant rest had left her feeling completely exhausted both physically and mentally though she somehow she was still awake. She was certain she hadn't slept at all, had no idea when she possibly might manage to rest again. She wasn't able to think of sleep though, her mind had closed down now and she was barely conscious of herself or the world around her.
The wound on her scruff had stopped bleeding some time ago though she still wasn't aware that it even existed, it was after all the least of her worries. On the broken female walked, where she had no idea there was no destination in mind, her paws simply carried her onwards her only goal to escape the crypt and this feeling. The crypt was of course behind her now but her mind still lingered on incident and that memory along with the sickening way she felt would continue to consume her.
On she continued to walk in her zombie-like state, barely conscious of her surroundings as she travelled and eventually as the colours of the sunrise had long faded from the sky, Emer had reached the plains. There was no energy really left in her, and yet somehow her body kept moving, mind still trying to escape the crime.
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