Prologue
I opened my eyes and stared at the overly-happy blue sky as blood surrounded me, pouring out of the multiple wounds my body has. A soft laughed escaped my raspy voicebox before I coughed harshly, blood stained my pale lips and once-white teeth.
My brain automatically assessed the damage and reported it. Three broken ribs, a punctured lung, knife wounds, gunshot wound and torn larynx. Broken arm, sprained wrist and ankle, shattered tailbone, cracked pelvic bone and ripped voicebox.
"How fun" I murmured dryly, wondering how I didn't go into shock yet, and I winced as my throat flared in pain.
I shifted my non-injured arm and put it under me to hold my battered body up as I moved to sit. I looked as the corpse, not even 3 feet from me, and smirked at his sightless eyes and torn throat.
"At least I took one of them out" I murmured, barely above a whisper, before lowering myself back down and closed my tired eyes.
The blood loss and pain finally became too much and I released a final breath.