Five years have passed since Maura was awakened by claws, alone in the dark.

She has been hunting for something. Someone. Any place that is not empty. Answers.

Her body is not like she remembers, nor is her world. There is no one to ask for answers to her questions, but there might be. Somewhere out there, the world isn't dark and strange. She just needs to find it. She musn't give up hope.

She has been hunted at every turn, but she is close. She can almost feel the light.

She moves ever eastward; Hunting Dawn.

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]