To Run

Rescued

AbOut tiMe riGht?!?

Thank y'all so much for your patience and encouragement! This chapter iS short, but I HAD to get it out. Next POV will still be Damon, I think, as this is only like...half the chapter I planned...maybe a quarter.

Anyway, enJOY the second book in the To Walk Trilogy!!

aCk also here's some mUsic

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RECAP

DAMON RIVER'S POV

          And then the very earth trembled.

          I whirled to my followers, roaring at them, "Flee! We must go, He'll bring the entire building down on top of us—!"

          A deafening roar of hundreds of tons of crumbling stone walls and old wood drowned my words out. Stones large as a horse fell among us, slamming into the dirt and kicking up dust, blinding us. No, no!! Notch had blessed us; this was his will!!

          I lunged for the nearest person, Jasher, but something hard hit the back of my head, fell onto my legs, slamming me to the ground, knocking the breath from me. Blackness descended on me as choking dust filled my lungs...

          Stones were still falling when my eyes rolled back, and I passed out.

END RECAP

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Rescued

DAMON RIVERS' POV

          Darkness...darkness and thick, oppressive silence. Time didn't exist here, neither did thought or feeling... Hours or days, it mattered not, not in this void. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel...I couldn't even remember if I was supposed to be able to...

          Until pain hit me in the back of my head, hard. Aches bloomed in my arm, in my legs and side, driving me out of the cold embrace of unconsciousness and back into the land of the living. As I drifted into wakefulness, I groaned softly, feeling warm breath pass my lips, though my chest felt...constricted. Sharp pains raced through my head and legs, my right arm with every heartbeat, and I could hardly draw breath, so immense was the weight upon my back. I didn't even try to move; I could feel how well pinned I was. I forced my dry eyes to blink open, wincing a little when the sting of dust met them...accompanied by a thin stream of choked sunlight falling across my bicep, the one stretched out before me and pinned with an agonizingly heavy weight. Every beat of my heart sent a throbbing sensation through it, and my feeling stopped at the wrist...a numb cold had set in.

          I coughed, choking on dust particles that drifted by me, still settling from that quake. Every convulsion of my chest sent fire through my lungs, and I couldn't hold back a weak and raspy cry of pain, try as I might. As the coughing fit ended, I lowered my head to the harsh ground, closing my eyes as despair began to set in.

          Buried alive... Again. I did not expect to die this way...

          A grating sound of wood on stone came from above me, and I flinched a little but paid it no heed. It was probably just the rubble settling around me, forever sealing me in its crushing embrace.