Her heart was racing, her breathing short and fast. She didn't see Silas sitting in the chair next to her at first. Instead, she looked around the room. She'd fallen asleep in someone's house, and this was most assuredly not a house.
When he spoke, Allison's gaze flew to him. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was still quick. Due to the disorientation from blood loss, and from just waking up, she didn't actually make out what he had said. But she did pick up on the soothing tone of voice. She looked forward again, closed her eyes, and took in a couple deep breaths as she ran her hands along the blanket that was covering her. She was trying to piece together what had happened.
How long had she been unconscious?
After a moment of calming herself down, she looked to him again. She'd never seen him before. Who was he? And as if on cue, he gave his name. She shook her head slightly, furrowing her brows, and pursing her lips. Didn't know that name. Didn't know him. Never seen him before in her life. Why was he here? Had he found her? Logic dictated that it was the most likely scenario. But she was still guarded, and it was probably obvious by the hesitant tone when she spoke again.
"Allison."
She blinked now, taking in another breath, and looking around the room before looking to him again. "Where am I?"