Lypse

Ch 2: Real World

"Eugh, feels like liver." Syl played with the numb flesh around his eye, feeling the gouged meat in an attempt to gauge the true damage. His eye was gone, that he knew, but before he could beat his chest and cry with his good eye about that he had to assess any possible skull fractures. Damn the gods.

 As he drifted through the wasteland, thoughts of the encounter nagged at his focus. The feeling of his fingers, the heat coursing through his head... too much to ignore, all at once. His hand dropped to his side, done contaminating his head injury. "How the hell am I supposed to co-" The sound of shoes against sand suddenly caught his ear- "Stop talking to yourself and stay down, little fuck!" A heavy force slammed into Syl's side, bringing him to the ground. "The shit-" A short, stocky man stood over him with a metal bat. He screamed; "Don't move!" But his mercy was his failing, earning him a knife in the calf. With a forceful tear, Syl rolled to the side, wincing as he tumbled over his new rib injury. As soon as his eye focused on the attacker, he rushed, downing him easily now that they had a bad leg. They both fell, with Syl on top. "Why shouldn't I kill you now, dumbass?" Syl spat, his knife held to the man's throat. "Do it, cocksucker! You fuckin' brat, kill me!" A decisive stab got him his wish, and he thrashed for a few seconds before going limp. A dramatic spray of blood dirtied Syl's face as he watched the light leave the man's eyes. 

More walking, now accentuated by a rib injury and soppy, bloody clothes.