[color=39b54a]Darla Ann[/color]

I had been wandering towards what I hoped was the Tower Falls campsite for what seemed like hours, but only amounted to thirty minutes, when I heard the flare shoot into the air. [color=00a651]"Fuck!"[/color] I yelled as I toppled over in surprise. My mother would have applauded my sailor's mouth. 

Instead of choosing to move towards the flare even though it came from the direction of my destination, I chose to stop and take stock of myself. I could hear a small creek that should not have been in this part of the woods trickle quietly nearby. Hesitantly, I left the path and ventured into the woods. Once to the creek, I knelt down beside the water and finally looked at the wound I had suffered. There was so much dried blood... I gently began to wash it all out. Wincing in pain at each touch, I slowly revealed my pale blonde hair from beneath the dark red crust. The cut was barely within the border of my hairline, and it was seeping blood. It was deep enough that stitches would have normally been required, but stitches were obviously not an option. Unless... Unless I could find someone else to help me. Pulling tissues from my backpack, I placed them against the cut and hoped that would work well enough for the walk to the flare and its mysterious owner.

I stood to leave and a wave of dizziness knocked me back to a crouching position. [color=39b54a]'We need to go. Let's go.'[/color] After waiting a few minutes and taking a few sips from my water bottle, I again stood to leave. As I pushed my way back onto the path, I stumbled into something, loosing my makeshift first aid in the process. Both what I had ran into and I fell to the ground. Only it wasn't a something... It was a someone, and I had unfortunately gotten my blood on what looked to be their very expensive suit. [color=39b54a]"I am so sorry! Let me help you up."[/color]