by ℂ∂ℓℓ ♏ε ℂ∂℘τ∂ìη » Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:47 pm
((No, it is still intact. It did more damage to her, than she did it(: Its a tough coconut(; lol))
Myra kept coughing, but moved toward the cabin. She had made it to the wooden side of the hill, where one of the doors of the cabin opened up. She crouched down, her arms, legs and outfit covered in sand. She coughed again, and layed down against the wood, curling up in a fetal position, hugging her knees. She lay on her side, coughing every so often, her neck sore, and barily able to lift it, and her back made it so she could barily move.