Keep. Moving.
The words echo in my mind as my vision begins to blur, causing my steps to slow as I struggle to keep my balance. I spot a large rock nearby and I reach out for it, only to realize it's farther away than it appears once I fall to the dirt floor.
Stiffs surround the area, all spread out and approaching fairly quickly. I attempt to stand up, feeling my eyes swelling up with tears as I collapse once more.
Why am I so weak?
"No..." I breathe, now bawling. One Stiff stumbles towards me and I'm too broken to move, both physically and emotionally. "No!"
It falls on top of me, begging to take a chomp out of my shoulder. I struggle to push it off, my vision becoming more and more unclear. The tears don't help.
Suddenly its head goes flying off, and I'm too shocked to scream in surprise. The last thing I'm witness to is a few muffled voices yelling at one another, and then I feel myself being lifted from the ground just as my vision goes black.
Darkness overwhelms me.
