One Hundred-Seventeen

She tossed what was left of the bad human on the ground and went to find a place to rest. She walked slowly back to where she had woken up before her meal and looked around. There were scraps of clothing lying all over the ground. She spotted the tent, ooh, that looks good. She crawled over to it and opened the flap. There was fluffy bedding on the floor. Perfect! She slid in and curled up, wrapping her muscular arms around herself and pulling her legs up, she went to sleep.

Elena opened her eyes; she could hear someone outside her tent. She panicked, and reached for the gun. It wasn't there! Then she looked at her hand and saw it was covered in blood. Oh God! What's going on? Then she looked down at herself and saw that she was naked and there was blood all over her and it had rubbed off onto her sleeping bag. She was shaking and trying hard to think about what could have happened. She couldn't remember! No wait, I woke up earlier, and I had to pee. Then nothing. Scott beating me? Oh