Something Has Happened

Yada awoke on the beach in a makeshift shanty. She looked around the room disoriented. Her eyes focused on the door and then she remembered this was where she lived when she was a younger teen. This was the home she and Amos had made a few years before. Yada was nine years old when she woke up for the first time in this place. There had been a kid with her, both had been covered in blood, and both had no clue who they were or who the other was.

Yada sat up slowly and tried to recall just how she got here this time. Had she been on the streets smoking some new drug? Had she simply walked off in a haze and ended up here? "Note to self, never smoke that shit again," she said to no one.

She stood up feeling like she had been beaten. Her head and neck hurt, and her right knuckles were purple as though she had been fighting. There was a small cut on the inside of her wrist. "What the hell did I do last night?" She walked from the beach uncertain.

"Hey Carl," she called out as sh