Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190201030012

Graicus sat still until he was sure everything was safe. It had all happened so fast.

There was the sound of the wind blowing across the rocks around him and throughout the complex now that air was allowed to reach it.

The hole above him was his only source of light.

When Graicus tried to get up he felt that it hurt considerably.

"Come on... You've survived worse..." He muttered to himself.

He took a deep breath and stood up, pain shot through him and he had to hold on to the walls for support. He roared in pain as the aftershocks ebbed away. Carefully... Gingerly, he touched his lower back, bringing his fingers down on a wound that was the likely culprit. He could feel something jutting out. It was set in him in such an angle he could not see what. Wood was the most likely candidate.

He was going to have to pull it out. But he didn't want to.

"Piece of shit. Come on, COME ON, you piece of shit! Do it!" He cursed to himself

And pulled...

silver stars danced across his vision, like a blinding light that accompanied a wool-headed feeling.