08-29-2016, 10:20 PM
"U-uh. Where am I?" said Ash waking up in a bed after being knocked out for two and a half hours. The room he was in looked wooden which means, the floor, walls, and ceiling. There wasn't much light source in their but only the moonlight that is shining through the window on the left side of the bed which didn't light the room up much. Ash sits up in the bed and rubs his head from a headache he is having with his left hand. He notices that he doesn't have his artificial hand on nor his chainsaw and he was shirtless too. His holster with his gun was missing which kinda worried him about his missing stuff.
The door of the bedroom opens in front of the bed and light shines through the room. Ash could see a silhouette of a lady blocking most of the light wearing a gown holding a bowl in front of her that had something in it. She walks in the room and sets the bowl down on the lamp stand that was on the left side of the bed. The woman lights the oil lamp with a match on the stand. The room partially lights up from the lamp and the woman takes a cloth and begins soaking it in the bowl. Ash can see what the woman looks like and she was a redhead in her early thirties. Her body was normal and fit which her height looked to be a bit smaller than Ash's height.
"Oh, you don't look quite well dear after you took a heavy hit in the head." said the woman taking the soaked rag out of the bowl then begins twisting it to get most of water out. She begins to rub ash's head a bit, trying to wash him off from his black out. After rubbing his head for a moment, she washes Ash's chest off which had a big scratch mark. When she made contact of the wound, Ash grits his teeth and reacts in pain from her washing the gash. When she was done washing his cut, the woman puts the rag back in the bowl then looks at Ash seeing if he looked better. "Can you please tell me what happened to me and where am I?" said Ash looking back at the woman.
"Oh, well you got hit pretty hard from my husband's wagon when you were in the middle of the road and fell unconscious. They picked you up and brought you to our ranch." said the woman then sits down next to Ash on the bed. "Also, where is my gear?" said Ash concerned for his equipment. "Don't worry we put it up in a safe place." said the lady having her focus on Ash. "By the way, sorry if I didn't introduced myself. I'm Shirley McFarland." said Shirley giving off a welcoming smile. "My husband John, decided it was wrong just to leave you here knocked out in the wilds of the deadly Pale Moors. Who are you?" questioned Shirley wondering who this stranger was. "The name is Ash. Ash Williams." answered Ash in a confident manner.
"Well Ash, I just made supper. If your feeling better, your welcome to join us or if you are not alright I can bring some food in here." said Shirley having a hospitality attitude. "No it's fine, I'll be there in a minute." said Ash trying to sit up more in the bed. "Very well then." chimed Shirley standing back up then walks out of the bedroom. Ash gets out of the bed and follows her out of the room.
The door of the bedroom opens in front of the bed and light shines through the room. Ash could see a silhouette of a lady blocking most of the light wearing a gown holding a bowl in front of her that had something in it. She walks in the room and sets the bowl down on the lamp stand that was on the left side of the bed. The woman lights the oil lamp with a match on the stand. The room partially lights up from the lamp and the woman takes a cloth and begins soaking it in the bowl. Ash can see what the woman looks like and she was a redhead in her early thirties. Her body was normal and fit which her height looked to be a bit smaller than Ash's height.
"Oh, you don't look quite well dear after you took a heavy hit in the head." said the woman taking the soaked rag out of the bowl then begins twisting it to get most of water out. She begins to rub ash's head a bit, trying to wash him off from his black out. After rubbing his head for a moment, she washes Ash's chest off which had a big scratch mark. When she made contact of the wound, Ash grits his teeth and reacts in pain from her washing the gash. When she was done washing his cut, the woman puts the rag back in the bowl then looks at Ash seeing if he looked better. "Can you please tell me what happened to me and where am I?" said Ash looking back at the woman.
"Oh, well you got hit pretty hard from my husband's wagon when you were in the middle of the road and fell unconscious. They picked you up and brought you to our ranch." said the woman then sits down next to Ash on the bed. "Also, where is my gear?" said Ash concerned for his equipment. "Don't worry we put it up in a safe place." said the lady having her focus on Ash. "By the way, sorry if I didn't introduced myself. I'm Shirley McFarland." said Shirley giving off a welcoming smile. "My husband John, decided it was wrong just to leave you here knocked out in the wilds of the deadly Pale Moors. Who are you?" questioned Shirley wondering who this stranger was. "The name is Ash. Ash Williams." answered Ash in a confident manner.
"Well Ash, I just made supper. If your feeling better, your welcome to join us or if you are not alright I can bring some food in here." said Shirley having a hospitality attitude. "No it's fine, I'll be there in a minute." said Ash trying to sit up more in the bed. "Very well then." chimed Shirley standing back up then walks out of the bedroom. Ash gets out of the bed and follows her out of the room.