Chapter 6: The Beningging After The End
’Pain...’
’How painful...’
’Everything hurts like hell...’
It felt like I had been ganged up on by a few guys.
My head pounded, my ribs ached, and even breathing was a struggle.
’And the smell...’
’Ugh. It was awful.’
Like garbage that had been sitting out for days, spoiled meats, mixed with sweat and nasty liquid and who knows what else. It made my stomach turn. But I could do nothing about it.
’What the hell is this pain and smell?’
’Where are they coming from?’
My body wouldn’t move, and my arms felt like they weighed a ton. Something sharp was poking into my back. Rocks? Twigs? I didn’t know. My vision was all black.
For a while, I continued to lay at whatever I was in, groaning, constantly teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. When I was conscious, I’d start to wonder if I had really been sent to another world, or just dumped in some back alley of a garbage site.