Bewildered

She extended her hand, it was cold, wrinkly, with long coral painted fingernails.  She tried to help the young boy up.  "It's okay, she reassured him, you've hit your head falling while trying to climb up those rocks.". He was bewildered. He didn't remember falling and even coming to that park in the first place.  Where were his mom and dad?  Surely he didn't arrive here all by himself.  He touched his hand to the back of his head, it was stained with blood and dirt, which frightened him. " We need to hurry now and get you some help," the strange old woman said.  He didn't recognize her, but felt he had no choice but to follow her along. His parents laid lifeless deep in the brush. She had done it again, and was quite pleased at how much more swiftly it occurred this time.