Wendy was rather restrained. Her hands were forcefully held into a pair of thick woolen gloves, as well as a pair of handcuffs binding her wrists together tightly-- almost to the point of making her hands go numb. She breathed weakly...no longer trying to sleep, but trying to stay awake...

[i]She'd been bound, strapped into a metal chair. She'd cried all her tears long ago, however...she'd cried all she would allow herself to, her eyes red and tired, tears staining her clothes as the woman sniffled and calmed down...err...tried to, at least. She strained her hands against the cuffs binding her, tried so desperately to pull herself free of this chair, but all of it was to no avail. She was thoroughly strapped in, and the guard who kept watch over her was dead silent. She didn't know what made her feel crazier, the numbness and hollow feeling in her hands or the eerily silent man with the gun off to the side. But this was all so long ago...no...just...just a few minutes ago?[/i]

She managed to keep her eyes open, the world swimming around in front of her eyes. Fire. The stench of burning...burning [b]something[/b] tickling the back of her throat The open sky greeted her as she turned her head upward and coughed. A very thick, painful, cough. A gasp escaped her next as she suddenly realized the need for a full breath of air, her body moving itself out of the wreck-- no...no it wasn't. She wasn't moving at all. She tried to pull herself forward with her handcuffed hands, trying to push herself forward with her legs just to scream out weakly and move forward a negligible amount. She turned her head weakly and looked back at her legs, her panting getting caught in her throat as she saw the mangled flesh of her left leg.

[i]The guard moved. The first time since he'd come in the room to guard her. He moved up to her and studied her, his eyes slowly scanning along her body. It made her feel sick to be tied up and bound like this, and then surveyed as if she were just some...prize.

"They're going to torture you." Came his cold voice. "Figure out what makes you...tick."

"A beating heart and a healthy pair of lungs." She spat back, tiredly. His voice made her previously dead defiance suddenly rear its head and surge back to life. "Also, an education." she grimaced as she felt the familiar drain of exhaustion...she'd been unable to sleep for quite a while now...

"Tch...Freak." The man shrugged, before just...patting her on the head and walking back against the wall. This made Wendy so very mad, and all she could do is sit in this damned chair and seethe![/i]

Her breathing picked up as she felt the scream rise in her chest, curling up to her lips and escaping in a panicked cry of pain-- one which she cut short with a bite to her lip, her eyes watering. She sputtered, desperately trying to contain her scream lest there be other...other people alive. She turned and, with great pain, pulled herself forward inch-by-inch with her restrained hands, using the gloves to pull herself along the jagged metal and earth slowly, wincing in pain. She was partially trapped under some metal refuse, and groaned as she strained to push it out the way...glad, for once, that she was both gloved and numb.

[i]She felt the sudden pitch in altitude in her gut, the unique feeling of her stomach rising up as the plane pitched down in a free-fall was...new to her, and it sent a wave of fear and panic into her body. She usually tried to stay subdued, but given the circumstances she began to hyperventilate and struggle even more-- not even caring that the guard had braced himself against the wall and looked just as startled as she felt. He turned and pulled open the door, still holding himself against the wall as he yelled out into the areas of the plane she couldn't see...and she felt the straps of her chair loosen. 

This was an opportunity, even if she was going to die in a plane crash, to at least die standing on her own two feet...so she rose up just to slump forward onto the floor of the plane as the pilot regained control and the downward momentum suddenly surged forward...and Wendy was slammed into the ground again, a groan escaping her lips as she cradled her stomach as best she could...then she felt her heart skip a beat as one final sudden jolt sent her flying against the far wall of the plane, pain wracking her body and sending her into an unconscious state as an explosion reverberated through the front of the plane...[/i]

She managed to clear enough of a gap for her to push through, still blind with pain as she felt the metal beneath her shift into rocks and eventually softer dirt. She panted for a moment, the sound of fire and even a few other footsteps around her eventually dragging her back to reality. There were others. They were alive. She snapped her gaze open, wincing as the sky stared back. She looked down at her leg and bit her lip...seeing the blood always made wounds hurt more, for some reason...and she tentatively tried to lift it...and winced in pain as her leg worked, but was clearly...clearly fucked up, and would hurt like an absolute bitch for...possibly the rest of her life.

So she turned and, using her one good leg, tried to rise up into a crouch as she looked around...There...There [b]were[/b] other people... they seemed to be running away from the plane- oh..oh dear...guards. She felt the pain fade as the sudden necessity of flight screamed into her body, her body surging up and breaking into a rather lopsided run, her body favoring the injured leg and relying much more on the less damaged one...oh god, her whole body felt like hell but there was no time to worry about that now- it was flee into the woods of be captured, and she'd already dealt with being a prisoner for long enough now!

[i]...uncertain period of time later[/i]

..She couldn't run anymore. The adrenaline had faded along with the sight and sounds of guards behind her. She'd managed to avoid capture, for now. She limped along for another few minutes, trying to calm herself down as she did so...

"Calm...Calm Wendy...You just...survived a plane crash...Are restrained...may have a bum leg for the rest of your life...but you're alive..." She whispered to herself as she limped along, eventually collapsing forward in pain and forcing herself to crawl along until she eventually collapsed at the edge of some...clearing, a lake just within sight. She, miraculously, was still conscious and would even crawl forward every few moments, as if trying to get to the lake...she was so very thirsty...