[center][color=e34234][h2][u]    Ｅ Ｐ Ｐ Ｉ Ｅ    [/u][/h2][sub]Location: [color=cccccc]Rural North California[/color][/sub][h3]◆    ◆    ◆[/h3][/color][/center]
Eppie tumbled through the thick shrubbery, thrown from the sudden explosion and twisting wreckage of the train that had previously contained her. Her small body bounced across the ground like a limp ragdoll as it impacted every few meters before landing in a long, grazing slide; a slide that was abruptly stopped by that of a fallen tree. She instantly gasped for air as her chest pounded into the dried wood, crushing into her unsuspecting lungs. Eppie froze as she laid in the forest, hugging a dead tree, performing a series of empty gulps that would hopefully fill her lungs with a balloon worth of much needed oxygen.

It would take some time for the girl to recompose herself, time that left her dazed and on the verge of passing out for Eppie could feel a deep, searing pain gradually flow through her body. She could feel it from her abdomen—something foreign, and invasive. Slowly coming to the realisation her breath quickened from one extreme to the next, her own mind taking in the series of chronological events. It was time to uncover this mysterious pain, to face the fear that was in the back of her mind..

With both hands firmly against the log the girl pushed her body away—slowly, carefully, hesitantly. She didn't want to tear open her insides, didn't want to cause any more harm to her bruised and battered body. As she gazed down the teen could see a short, yet rather pointy, branch leaving the side of her stomach; a red stain left dripping from the tip of the timber skewer.

[color=e34234]"Oh-God! Fuck-this, fuck! Egh,"[/color] incomprehensible babble.

A wound? Yes.
Deep? No.
Painful? Extremely.
Eppie crumbled to the ground as her body was released from the Chinese Finger Trap of branches. She was now... free. The prison, the walls of steel, the empty silence that had begun to haunt her as she travelled to the undisclosed location—all of it was gone in an instant, but she wasn't alone.

The soft sounds of human speech made its way into her ears, teenage voices and young adults. Eppie looked up and surveyed the landscape, peering through the mess of metal and fire. With one hand pressed against her side and the other to the ground she pushed her body upright, onto her knees, and eventually her feet. She proceeded with a staggering walk, baby footsteps, as she approached the vocal individuals. 

[color=e34234]"Are these... the survivors..."[/color] she whispered as she reached the group and fell to her knees. Patches of blood stained her clothes but she was alive, and she had survived.