Something skittered across her cheek. There was a growl. I’m alive. Morgan’s lids fluttered as she forced them open. Shadows, darkness. She was a ball of pain. She heard another growl, low and menacing, and by some miracle she rolled onto her side; from there, very slowly, she forced herself onto her hands and knees. Something dangled from her chest and she sucked in a shriek as she batted at it. Her fingers closed around what felt like paper and her hand spasmed as she yanked it free. The black world spun. Her ears were ringing. Knuckles taut as she clenched the paper, she dropped her hand back to the ground and made herself crawl forward. A sharp nip pierced her jeans leg. She sucked in a cry. Something had just bitten her. She scrabbled faster, swaying from side to side, feeling something wet dripping from her head. Get out of here. Get away. She heard the chuffing of a large animal. The padding and shuffling of large feet through the trash. A glass bottle rolled. “Oh God, please help me,”
