With all the other noise it was hard to hear, but she thought she heard her name again. Christer was calling for her, but he didn't sound close enough to help her. Alison thought that she might die here after all. She had tried so hard to survive since being abandoned, and just as things looked as if they might turn out okay, something like this had to happen.
Holding the dagger out in shaking hands, she closed her eyes tightly and waited to feel herself being hacked to pieces like the people she could still hear screaming.
Nothing stabbed her, but she did scream and open her eyes in shock when something heavy fell on her. It took a few moments for her to realize it was a person. A dead person. The man that had been about to attack her. She let out another strangled scream and began flailing desperately to try to wiggle out from under the body.
Blood was dripping all over her! It might have seemed weird to someone else, that it would freak her out so much considering she drank blood to survive, but that was only her master's blood, and only because she absolutely had to!
Somehow she managed to half shove the body off and squirm her way free, dragging herself through the bloody mud. She was still clutching the dagger tight in one hand as she looked around frantically for her master. Was he okay? Why hadn't she stayed right at his side? What if he left her? Christer had been kind to her so far, but she did not see why he might go out of his way or endanger himself for her sake.
"Master?!" Alison called out to him feebly as she stumbled to her feet again, heading towards Christer almost blindly as the fire, smoke, and utter chaos made her feel a little disoriented.