The sky was so beautiful.
Although he could only see small slivers of it through the dense, interlocking canopy that blocked the view, lying there on the forest floor atop a soft carpet of underbrush and rotting leaves… Vince had no doubt in his heart that the sky was, indeed, so beautiful.
That particular crimson shade of the atmosphere reminded him of his little sister. It was her favorite color.
Or it hadbeen, at least, back when he actually knew her.
He didn't know anything anymore.
"Agrh– Khwaa!"
A few broken coughs scraped out of his parched throat, tasting of dust.
His limbs were numb, his left ankle was bent at an angle that hurt like hell, his right hand was twisted painfully beneath his weight, and his back was sharply throbbing in spots that felt like daggers to his flesh.
He was genuinely surprised he hadn't broken every single bone in his body. Or perhaps he had, and the shock was simply too much for him to notice the full damage yet.
