The sound of glass shattering brought her fully awake with a gasp. Her heart pounded against her chest as memories from the night before came crashing down around her at the same time that she realized she was still gagged, but now sitting up and secured to one of the support beams running through the middle of the dimly lit basement.
Sam looked around and when she spotted what she knew from years of working in the emergency room was drying blood on the stone floor in front of her, she forced herself to ignore it and search for the source of the light. When she spotted the open bulk doors she nearly sighed with relief. As long as they stayed open she knew she had a chance to escape.
The doors were her best bet if she managed to get loose. She’d run for the woods and keep running until she found somewhere to hide. If they closed the doors she’d be running blind again and her chances wouldn’t be as good.
Where did they go? she wondered, but the sound of more glass shattering grabbed her attention in a big way. Swallowing nervously and forcing herself to remain calm and hopefully conscious, she slowly turned her head and craned her neck as far as she could and felt all the blood rush from her face.