Near the Dry Docks

Jessica's body surged with adrenaline. She felt strong. Even if the things did ravish her some, she had escaped before the Brute's acts were re-enacted to the fullest. And now she had Blood running through her veins, and the playing field felt more even.

The ladder proved sturdy, and a relief from the thick murk. Leading her up the scaffolding. It don't go all the way up to where she fell from, but the platform led the bridge to the dry docks. If she couldn't get home, getting shelter from the beasts would do just as well. Surely there'll be someone who could take her in.

After taking a moment to wipe more grime and other fluids off of her, and pull the limited still-soaked garments closer to her, trying to hide her nakedness, Jessica strode under the moonlight. Crossing the bridge, Jessica could see torchlight moving up the staircase. Surely even if beasts could use a cinderblock like the dead brute, they weren't still human enough to use a torch... right? But something in her dimly knew that wasn't the case.