Prologue
As he fell down he felt the wind fly past his face. He did not know how long he had been falling. All he knew was that he was falling and falling and falling… He hit the ground with a loud crunch. All he saw was blackness. At first he thought he was dead but then he heard the wind go past his face. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of night. He tried to get up but felt a sharp pain on his back and left leg. "Damn, my legs broke" he thought to himself. The pain on his back didn't fell like it was on his back but was still there. He feared the worst. But this was no time for worrying he had to find help soon. He just lied there on the grass for a few minutes as he gathered his strength. He finally mustered the energy to look around. He could see a town with a few lights on in the distance. To the right of the town he could see a farm. Or he thought it was he could only see one light from a window. The town was his best bet. He started to crawl to the town slowly. Every move he made on the long trek caused excruciating pain. After crawling for what felt like hours he arrived at the edge of the town. Most of the houses were dark and silent. As he crawled to the nearest will light house his vision began to blur and drain of color. He got to the door of the building and hit the door with the little strength that he had left. He was surprised hitting the door made such a loud noise. "Coming!" called a tired female voice from the house. He heard footsteps coming toward the door then he blacked out.
Thank you for reading and give me criticism, tell me if I missed any errors, tell me if part of the story sounds like I'm brain dead. If I don't get these I can't improve this piece.
