C42 : A Dying Hope; Allison’s POV.

Pain flared in my skull as I regained consciousness. The dim light above stung, and the air was thick with alcohol and smoke. My legs were tied, but my hands were free, trembling as I touched my forehead.

“Ouch!” I winced at the spot where the man had struck me, the wound roughly bandaged. My heart hammered in the tense silence