Erik
The first thing my brain processed was pain...sharp and throbbing. I felt like my body was being ground to pieces from all sides...my airways constricting, my breath wheezing out of me. I groaned and opened my eyes against the blinding light, immediately regretting when it seemed to directly pierce my brain through the pupils. My stomach twisted and I barely managed to turn to my side to splatter the contents onto the already moist moss covered soil. I sat up dizzily against a tree trunk,heaving and still partially blinded by the light.
It must have been close to noon now, last I remember being conscious was at the bar. I must have been hell alot of drunk to not remember being someone's shooting target. I tried to sit up but groaned when my hand automatically went to my side. It was sticky and I knew without looking that I was bleeding and from the size of headache I was sporting, it wasn't hard to figure out that I had lost alot more than my body could handle. So that's how it was to end? alone, bleeding, betrayed by my own people, in a god damned ...forest? or was it a hillside? The trees were thick , tall but not too dense to be a forest.
I was about to pass out again from the sheer strain it put on my brain to think about where I was, when I heard rustling and distant hushed voices. At first I thought it was Amanda 's goons coming back to double check if I were truly dead. That would be the smarter thing to do because if I somehow lived through this, she would be pleading my name in agony as opposed to what she was used to. But the voices were too hushed and hesitant, as if they didn't want to disturb the air even with their controlled breaths. No they were not mutants, mutants were never this hesitant and unsure.
6 men dressed in rags and gray long coats that were too dirty to tell them apart from their surroundings, stepped through the trees. I knew they were humans from their pathetic horrified expressions alone. All of them had long bamboo sticks in one hand. They stopped a few feet away from me as if they'd be dead if they came any closer which was probably true. Well... true if I had any strength left to slit their throats with their own coat buttons. Did they sense that I was not one of them? or did I look pathetic enough to pass as a human?
One of them, a tall bald black man stepped forward and after making sure I had indeed no strength left to retaliate, signaled two others forward. I was injured but I had no intention of going anywhere with them, dying or not. Two of them hooked their arms in mine and forced me up. I hissed at the sudden onslaught of pain and began to see spots. No I had no intention of going with them but I was also too weak to even make a show of resistance. The bald man sneered at me, guess my bloody but still too fine to be any human's clothes, gave me away and the last thing I saw was the man's bamboo stick approaching me before the darkness engulfed me a second time.