THE END IS WHERE WE START FROM
Prologue
Bloody hell it was cold. Bodie tried to shift to get his blanket around him but couldn't. Pain started to seep into his mind alongside that coldness. His head was hurting... and every damned part of his body.
And he was... hanging somehow. Kind of sideways. Bodie thought he had to wake up. And then he suddenly realised he was awake... and the pain rushed to fill him.
It was somehow very difficult to open his eyes. Eyelids felt thick and heavy. Bodie tried to lift his right arm to wipe his eyes but pain shot at his shoulder and he winced, stopping the movement.
That pang cleared his mind and he suddenly remembered, gasping with terror. The abrupt jerk of his head caused a pain that almost blew his mind but he fought to stay conscious. Fought to open his eyes.
Ray.
"Ray... RAY?"
No answer. Had he even managed to say it out loud? It was hard to think.
Bodie forced himself to breathe more evenly and gingerly shifted himself more upright. Shoulder... right one... hurt but not broken as he was able to move his arm a little. No broken ribs as far as he could tell, filling his lungs hurt only some. He had hit his head, sure. Concussion but what else? He lifted his left hand and smaller sharp pains twinged as his shaking fingers came first to a bump and then to something sticky and moist. Ok, a bleeding wound. Determinedly he started to wipe his eyes clear of the blood that was already clotting. No use of trying anything else before he could see properly. How long had he been knocked out?
Quiet creaking and shake beneath him almost stopped his heart from beating. It ended... but only for a moment. An involuntary yell escaped Bodie when that sickening creak returned and ground moved.
It felt an eternity before the end came.