𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Chapter 60

Chioma's POV.

For a second there, I thought I'd died and probably wasn't on Earth anymore... But the minute I finally tore my eyes open - with great difficulty - I realized that I wasn't dead but actually alive.

The pain...

The pain was beyond my imagination, my head felt so sore and I felt trickles of blood roll down to my cheeks. Honestly, I wasn't sure I could even get up from what I presumed, was a gutter. My limbs were equally aching and terribly bruised and the stench coming from the gutter wasn't helping matters. I quickly covered my nose and made to get up, but fell down limply, in the pile of gunk and decomposing materials beneath me.

How long I'd been in the gutter? Well, I guess it's been a day or so... Cause I remember crashing in here, and finally passing out, everything else seems foggy and beyond my understanding. Again, I tried getting up - I was almost one hundred percent sure, that I'd broken something of mine... Maybe a rib? - and finally, I manged to get up, once again.

With shaky and yet, weak hands, I pulled the blindfold off my eyes and hurriedly scrunched my nose at the sight of the gunk and debris I'd possibly slept in. Litters of many kinds were filled in the gutter and a dirty greenish, moss-infected water swept past my feet, accompanying a horrible, throat-stabbing, nose-punching smell.

I shrieked as I climbed out of there, feeling as weak and limp as ever. From head to toe, arms to legs, I stank and urgently needed a bath - which, by the way, was out of question 'cause my escape was more important - and that only made me feel like throwing up at the amount of stench coming from me!

Suddenly, my eyes landed on a decomposing body and I screamed... I shouldn't have, but I did. His face was damaged beyond recognition and blood was everywhere. The smell coming from his decomposing body, made me gag as tears gathered in my eyes. Never had I seen something so traumatizing ever before, I was so terrified and shocked, that I couldn't move and literally stayed fixed at my position - staring at the dead body before me.

And I wondered why no one offered to help him, or at least take his body to the mortuary... But then again, looking around me, I noticed this place was entirely deserted. They weren't any form of human habitation here, neither were they anyone in sight. The place seemed secluded and I guessed it was 'cause it was - by far - underdeveloped. To my horror, I realized I didn't know my way back home from here. How could i? I've never to this part of the city before. I never even knew it was in existence, to begin with.

But I could at least try to get out of here... Couldn't I?

Fear was slowly getting tangled with my veins and swimming in my blood, but I just had to move. I couldn't stay here and risk getting caught, who knows what will become of me if I'm found standing here?

And with a racing heart and troubled mind, I found my legs racing - with the little amount of energy I could muster - down the dusty paths of the road. I wasn't sure where I was headed, but I had a feeling that if I continued heading downwards, I might get help. I was hoping I would get help. Running, has basically been something I despised and something I seriously hadn't been good at it, so it wasn't to my surprise that I hadn't gone quite far - although I felt I was running a hundred miles per hour - but the reality disagreed with my fantasy. And coupled with my overbearing weakness, I just knew I wouldn't get too far.

But then again, I hoped I would. I had just had to.

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