Unbearing

Erin woke up dazed and confused. Where was she? What was she doing there? The wind whipped through her like a thousand daggers. She trembled as she began to sit upright, looking around, her eyes still blurred. She swallowed.
Suddenly she felt an insatiable hunger in the pit of her stomach, but it was the least of her worries. The second that hunger kicked in, a pain of being ice-cold hit in. Yet at the same time, her blood felt like it was on fire. She couldn't tell if she was in immense pain, or not. While she felt it, and she knew it should be painful, she only felt numbness. Not pain, not the searing burning, not the arctic cold of the hitting wind, just numbness. Disoriented, she began to stand up,not caring how messy her shorts and tank tee were. She knew she should be feeling the cold, but for some reason, she didn't. She exhaled deeply. As her eyes adjusted most of her body began to feel at home in the darkness of that damp alley except for her stomach. She was starving, feeling like she hadn't ate for a millenia. 
Where am I?
She heard footsteps and drunken laughter from around the corner. Usually, if it was this late, Erin would be frantic with fear, especially considering her clothing. And she bet she looked quite battered. She couldn't remember where she was, or what had happened to cause her to black out.