Though she had been stupid in leaving, she hadn't begun to contemplate whether or not that had been a good idea or not. It certainly wasn't a smart idea, nor did it seem to have any substancial gain besides prooving to a tired little girl she would either be in or not be in a dream. Short, but determined strides in her steps even if this was a damnable dream she'd make this different than before. Going through the few things that let her know she wasn't sleeping still; pain, hunger, thirst, then there were a few other things as well but she couldn't place what they were at that very moment. Oh, she had felt pain in her dreams but it was different from pain in the real world, much different. Having of always given herself a good slap to the face if she thought she suspected being in one, she did so now, ceasing to walk as she had made the connection of palm to cheek.
Just as she had stopped, she made a sharp turn into another alley and stood there feeling the sharp sting of the slap. Fully awake, and now realizing what she'd just done she looked back behind her now scared of Kreig that he had taken offence. Anas body tensed up as she heard the small 'pit pats' of foot steps from the alley and a mans ragged, slurred voice;
"What do I have 'ere" he began to her, dagger drawn and ready to move fowards
"looks like a lil' rat lost 'er way" Ana looked at him, eyes widening to see a balding man, sunken in face, bulging, blood shot eyes and missing teeth. His clothes in disrepair and looking grimy, his hands were shaking as if he was on a drug, free hand out stretched for her and a disgusting looking smile with those rotten or missing teeth. Backing out of the alley, it was happening like her dreams, the man had appeared out of nowhere!
Why am I still scared to be gutted in a stupid dream? She thought as he moved towards her, ready to slit her gullet. Glancing quick the way she had came, she only caught a glimpse of Kreig before she had to jump backwards away from the mans wild swing.