Prologue:
Inhale,
Breathe, he had to remember to do that. Cough out the gas he inhaled into his lungs. It tastes like burnt food and ash. Blink his eyes. He can't see a thing. Where's the door?
Exhale,
Keep going. There must be an exit nearby. There always is. Although usually he isn't in the field. Why did Keri have to get sick? He could be in HQ eating biscuits or teasing Dan. Instead he is choking in this room in a KORPS base. Great.
Breathe in,
Oh! There's the door! Just three more steps. One. Two. Three...argh. Where the hell did that canister come from? Owww. Now he has a sore ankle to go with the burning. Burning? When did his chest feel like his heart wanted to rip its way out? Really? As if this couldn't get any worse.
Breathe out,
As he goes to stand, a big contraction went throughout his body, forcing him back down. All of his limbs ache. He starts to crawl. Maybe it could get worse.
Howl,
He definitely believes it can get worse when his whole body starts to burn. And he howls in pain.
An/: should I continue? I'm thinking this could be a werewolf fic as there are none on this site.-Oncoming Stormwolf
