The vial falls from her hand and shatters on the ground below her as she crashes into the rough, splintered and moldy wall with a groan >

< of dulled pain. Unable to steady herself and not caring that she can’t, she slumps down, glass shards digging into her knees and thigh >

< as she hits the ground. She doesn’t feel the gravel pressing into her skin nor the wet, foul mud that seeps through her clothing and >

< nearly smothers her, more foulness trickling into her mouth and nose with every labored breath as her consciousness leaves this world.