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HolySword said:
My head hurts. My whole body hurts, actually. I am lying on the ground, that I can tell. Through the pain, I can just barely feel the ground beneath me, hard and cold against my cheek and torso. I’m so cold. So very cold and in so much pain. I know that if I don’t get out of here and find help soon, I will most certainly die. I open my eyes slowly, and though my vision is hazy, I can see some of my surroundings. It’s pure chaos. It’s dark and dingy, there are piles of scrap and rubble and junk, sarap in every direction that I can see. There’s dirt and grime on almost every surface, and there’s missing chunks of the concrete floor. And the worst of it all, it’s all so irregular. There is no pattern, no order. The whole room is an utter mess. I have to get out of here. With what little strength I have, I push myself up onto my feet with a grunt. I’m dizzy at first and I almost topple over, but I slowly regain a little of my balance and can stand a little. My vision clears slightly. I look below me. Through my blurred vision, I can easily see that I’ve been lying in a pool of blood, I’m pretty sure that it’s my own, and I am absolutely covered in it. I make a dismal attempt to inspect myself for any injuries that could be the cause of it and I realize several things. I am wearing a long sleeved, white dress shirt, and it’s obvious that it was a very nice baju once, but now it’s ripped and torn and stained with my blood. The same goes for my black trousers. I have a ring shaped somewhat like a skull on the middle finger of my left hand, but it doesn’t look like I have one on the right. I also appear to be missing my right shoe. It feels wrong. Incomplete. Uneven. The sight of it repulses me.
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