Chapter 11
Lisa got to her feet and shrugged away the white tablecloth draped over her shoulder. Her back hurt from her fall and her head hurt immensely from the loud weapon the man used against her. He hurt her a few times with it and she didn’t even know why. She didn’t do anything to hurt him, but why did he hurt her? She only wanted to be friends. Once he hurt her, she wanted to hurt him back, but even now that desire was fading. Maybe she could follow him and make him her friend.
But her head hurt too much. She didn’t want to be friends with that man. Her hands were wet with blood but it didn’t bother her. She saw blood all the time when she took her friends’ faces, but this time the blood was hers.
She tore away part of her shirt and wiped her chest where the man hurt her. There was blood, but nothing else. She wasn’t wounded, even though she faintly thought that she should have been. The pain was fading rapidly already. The man’s loud weapon didn’t hurt her too badly. Even her head was beginning to feel better.
She headed to the back of the room and went through a door to a little hallway, forgetting about the man for the moment, intent on exploring the rest of this place. On the ground near the door were two people, but they were not alive. They were dead, and could not be her friends, so she left their faces. She would just have to find someone else to be her friend.