The floor was cold. Concrete maybe?
He didn't care as the pain and numbness floated up his body.
He seemed he got far.
Because the light at the end of the hallway was brighter.
Blackness came over him, he tried to keep an eye on the light.
His fingers were tired, eyes, body, ankle.
Especially his ankle.
"Why have I not gone into shock yet?"
"Do I deserve this pain?"
Once he got to a staircase that led to what looked like a trapdoor.
Could this be his way to freedom?
As he placed his hand on the first step he looked back.
Back at what was left.
And what he had left, a trail.
He wasn't digusted by blood.
But the fact that it was his made it hard to bear.
Especially what he had done to make a trail of blood.
"Why do I not react to others blood like this is it because it's my blood or is it because I'm selfish."
"But why?"