Plotted starter for @cxptainflint
"There he is! Get him!" He is running for his life, sprinting through the forest, fighting through the thick snow as he hears the howling of dogs approaching from behind. This is it. His story ending before it even has the time to begin.
Next thing, he is falling. Falling into the abyss where nothing else awaits him but a certain death
It's so fucking cold. This is the first pinch of reality. The moistness of the pillow which his head rests upon. Then the damn brightness around, even despite the rainy clouds, the world is far too bright. He curls and uncurls his fingers, clawing at the wet dirt under his fingernails. ( what a familiar feeling )
The sound falling from his lips is more towards a whimper than anything, like a wounded animal trying its damndest to will the body into movement. ( you have to move )
He pushes himself up, eyes squinting at the world, then collapses back onto the ground. ' fuck ' is uttered under his breath. Good God, but his head hurt, as if someone decided to send up firework behind his eyes. A sob follows, then a deep breath, once more he makes an attempt to push himself up. Slowly but surely. ( get up )
It takes some time, but several trials and errors later, and he is almost on his feet. Eyes squinting at the world around him, grasping at a tree branch with an iron grip. Victory is short lived, however, for his legs give up under him, and a new sharp pain shoots from his side, as he collapses back to the ground on his knees so hard his teeth clatter. ( pathetic )
Bile rises in his throat, the nausea so strong he has to truly fight against the need to spill his guts all over the ground. "Shitshitshitshit..." He touches his forehead and through his blurry vision, he can see his fingers slick with blood. ( that explains a lot )
He sits for a moment. Tears staining his grime-covered face. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides, as his head tilts back to stare at the falling rain. This pain... he's felt it before... funny how the brain makes you forget such trauma. ( breathe, john )
"This is just perfect..."
