@ninthcompanion
She didn’t have the energy to go on, not for lack of food or sleep, she hadn’t needed either for almost a year. No, it was from loss of blood. Just because she couldn’t feel pain, didn’t mean she couldn’t get hurt. It was so easy to sustain injuries when she couldn’t tell they were there. And she was out of healing items as well.
That was perfect, of course. She couldn’t call for help of any kind, and she was bleeding out... and the monsters she’d accepted the job to kill were still out there. At least, there were only a few left compared to before. She hadn’t expected them to get help.
So she stumbled through the woods, trying to staunch the flow of blood from the worst of her wounds. She was getting slower by the minute, less energy, less clarity. Already she could barely see, the edges of her vision dark. She couldn’t draw in a breath properly, and some things seemed unusually bright to her eyes. So bright it actually hurt to keep them open.
No. I can’t stop now.
She’d never find help that way... stumbling through the trees some more, she lost her footing and fell into a tree. For a moment, she lost her breath, and had to force herself to remember to breathe. A glance up brought a comforting sight... a house of sorts. Anna gathered what little strength she had left and made her way closer.
A hand poised to knock on the door, but her strength gave way at the last minute, and instead she stumbled to the ground, falling halfway against the door. Sliding to the ground, she knew she was in an awkward position, one that honestly should have been painful... but that was the least of her concerns. If no one lived out here, she was out of luck.
Brown eyes stared almost blankly at the nearby trees, as she still struggled to breathe. Please. She thought. Please, let someone live here.