Chance || 5sos (slow updates)

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I felt like death. That, of course, was simply put. I felt like much more than death. My lips were dry and bloody, the bottom one busted. My knuckles were sensitive due to the lack of skin to protect them, just now starting to scab over. Both knees felt contorted beyond repair, though I was sure they were just fractured. My lungs burned beyond imaginable. Every breath in was tearing at my throat, every breath out took force. Not to mention the fact that it felt like I had just snorted cigarette ashes.

With my god given grace adding onto the struggle with my injury, you could probably imagine how difficult it was to not slip on the wet gravel road. The pebbles were slick and the white-gray powder like stuff underneath was like mud. I had to find someone. Something. Some sort of living creature that didn't want to mangle me beyond recognition and then bury me deep in the ground. Or maybe just shelter. Shelter would work for now.

The sky was pitch black, besides the small sliver of moon shining out through the clouds. I had nothing to help me find my way, or even see where I was going.

Soon, though it felt like hours, I had seen a small, lit up building. That was my chance. I needed help and I couldn't waste this opportunity. As I approached, I found out that it was a gas station. I also found that there was a building just a hair smaller width wise, but longer back that it was, directly behind it. It took me a minute to take it in. I could get help. I had a chance. This was my chance.