My legs couldn't move as I laid spread eagle facing the blacken soil. My cheek pushed flat against the mushy, clay water. It was raining a few days prior before the battle took place.
Damn it! I swore, banging my thighs with my soaking hands. Move, damn it! Move! MOVE!
Blood gushed out with each hit. I didn't care that I was making my injury on my leg worse because the only thing on my mind was to find my comrades.
My mouth twitched uncontrollably in anger and frustration.
Not once did I relent any of my strength, until I picked up running footsteps not too far in the distance behind a forest of overturned trees and bushes.
I quickly retrieved a small knife I always kept in my rear pocket and tucked it near my face. My tangled and loose black hair hid my weapon and arm.
There was not enough time for me to crawl away. The footsteps were fast approaching.
My piercing and glistening black eyes saw a form rushing forward.
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I'll try to write longer chapters in the future. I've been feeling a bit inspired😉-Inspired writer