Jack awoke in the earliest hours of the morning to an intense throbbing in his right arm. He rolled a portion of his thin green blanket into a ball and bit it at full force as he unwrapped the cloth he had tied around the cut and prepared his eyes for what he might see.
He almost vomited at the sight of his arm looking almost green with infection. The tissue was burning hot and look like a balloon ready to pop. The pain...oh god the pain was like nothing Jack had ever felt before.
As he tried to stand up, he suddenly felt an intense cold chill spread throughout his body. He felt extremely light headed from the sudden movement, as was suddenly reminded of the fact that he had not been able to find anything to eat or drink for two days. He felt somewhat nauseous as the chill lingered most extremely in his arms and legs.
He immediately sat back down as his breathing sped up at an alarming pace. He could also feel his heart pounding out of his chest. Despite the chills, he felt sweaty and stuffy, like he was running a fever.
He needed help if he was going to survive. He occasionally saw people run into the woods behind the area he was in. He gathered his things and walked out of the shop he was in the second he saw the sky turn from pitch black to a dark blue. He ran to the woods as fast as his admittedly short legs could carry him until he saw a clear entrance and path leading into the forest.
At first skeptical, it didn't take long for Jack to realise that he had no other options. He was going to die either way, he might as well take his chances. He grabbed his arm as he started to feel the pain spread into his back and stomach and continued to run into the woods.
He pitifully jogged along for about 2 hours on the never ending path before he started to feel so dizzy he could barely stand. As his world spun, he sat on the dirty ground for a moment and tried to get his thoughts together before he spotted what looked like a short stone wall in his peripheral. He desperately crawled on the ground and followed the wall for about 5 minutes that felt more like 4 hours. Eventually he reached an open, grand gate.
After struggling with the last of his strength past some strange statues to the locked, wooden door, he attempted to knock with great force, but it only ended up being a series of quiet taps with Jack's elbow.
"H-help…" Jack coughed out.
Jack faintly heard the sounds of someone walking down the stairs before he felt his head smash into the smooth, stone walkway and his world went black.