A/N: Is there hope in Injured Daniel's future? Read on and see for yourself!
Daniel collapsed on the warm dirt floor. Here it was wet, back there, it was rather dry. Perhaps he was nearing the end of the tunnel.
His ribcage ached with every staggered breath as he tried so desperately to escape from the darkness and find his closest friends.
It felt like this would never end for him, and he so hoped it would. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with a warm mug of coffee and sleep off all the pain and thoughts of hopelessness.
However, it seemed like that would never happen.
Now that the end seemed near, there was once more a glimmer of hope, something to hold onto and get him through. But would that be enough to give him strength to pick up his beaten body and make it through the exit; if there was one?
After managing to pick himself up and crawl further towards what he desperately hoped was the exit, there was a glimmer of light forcing its way down into the darkness. It took a moment for his hazy blue eyes to adjust to the change, but he managed to look up.
It appeared to be some sort of metal grate over his head, and he wrapped his fingers around the bars and tried to push it free, cursing as he was unable to.
Trying to call for help as he attempted to stand, his fingers were crushed as someone stepped on them and told him to shut up.
What kind of place was this? Some sort of prison? Surely he'd been in worse places than this, but he was not honestly panicked.
What if his friends didn't know where he was? Would he simply be declared missing in action? Who could save him if he could not save himself?
Pulling his face to the bars, he tried to see what was going on up there. It appeared to be a street in the town. As he tried to look closer, someone spat on him as they were walking by.
Dropping back down to the muddy floor, he wiped his face with his shirt sleeve and sighed, how was he going to get out of here?