Alison wrote the names of her attackers in the sand along with the words “I love mom,” holding onto the hope that they would be held accountable.
After seeing some lights, she realized she was closer to the road than she had first believed.
After gathering enough courage to bring herself to her knees, Alison felt something “tepid, wet, and slimy” when she touched her tummy.
She was startled to see her intestines protruding from a large wound when she looked down. “My head had flopped backwards and nearly rested between my shoulder blades,” Alison continued.
I was really shocked when my hand vanished inside of me, as if I had swallowed myself, even though I had anticipated to feel anything.
She made it to the middle of the road, where she laid horizontally to make cars stop, one hand supporting her head steadily and the other on her stomach wound.
