I stumbled out of the cave into the growing daylight, partly because of shock and partly because of my leg. It was killing and turning black. Wait. Turning black!? I looked again but it was true. A thin streak of black rotting flesh was slowly working its way around my wound, like fire on paper. Suddenly my vision was cloudy, it felt like I was floating. Then I heard voices, a felt myself being lifted. And then nothing.
