Blood. My blood-too much of it. I reached down to the gashes torn across my stomach. I knew I had to move, but I couldn't. The wounds pulsed with every beat of my heart, pushing out blood that was raw and hot. It tingled strangely, black veins branching from the cuts like creeping roots. Every inch of my body burned. I could barely breathe. My vision blurred, and a dull ache throbbed behind my eyes-but I shoved it aside. I rolled onto my stomach, dug my fingers into the dirt, and dragged myself forward-one arm at a time. I grit my teeth and pushed on. The road wasn't far. Just a few more feet. Just a few more- The world tilted. My vision blurred again, then darkened, spinning into black.
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