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"What happened?"
Roger managed a weak smile as he looked up at the man, wiping the blood from his hairline. He glanced back down at the ground and picked up his glasses, his smile fading when he noticed one of the lenses had popped out. Roger sighed and looked back up at the other man, almost pouting.
"I tripped and fell down that hill."
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His chest heaved, the painful heat of exhaustion making it twice as hard to breath as he barreled his way through the underbrush. The familiar gnashing gurgle was becoming less faint behind him.
Whelp, this was the end.
If the over weight man wasn't running for his soon to be devoured life he would have pat himself on the back. Roger hadn't expected to last these past three years in one piece. Hell, he would have been proud of himself if he had last three months so this was a pretty good record for him. All in all it was a pretty good run.
Distracted by his own self pity the man didn't notice the slight incline of the ground as he dodged around a large pine. His feet collided harshly with slick leaves, his knees going out, and his body falling to the ground. If it had been a movie Roger was pretty sure that there'd be a hilarious slap stick song playing in the background as he tumbled to his doom in slow motion. But this wasn't a movie. This was his pathetic life. He didn't fall in slow motion, he fell as fast as you would expect a man of his size would, and those things were right behind him.
