Chapter 17: On His Own (4)
"Huff...huff...huff"
Some time has passed as Hope remained curled on the floor taking in short breaths. His face rested against the cool ground as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Hot breath passed his lips against the chill air as he counted the seconds.
What did it matter to count the seconds? It still hurt.
Everything still hurt.
But even so, Hope willed himself to move.
His muscles screamed as he adjusted himself to a crawl.
Now that night fully submerged the world into darkness, Hope could barely see what was in front of him. The only forms he could make out were the vague silhouette formations and hinted blue of the night. Behind him was pitch black. It must be a cave then. No wonder it felt like the wall had disappeared during his fall.
Krrrrrrrr...
Sunset happened a lot faster during this time of year. But why did the days change when the seasons change? Why were some nights longer than one portion of the year, and some days longer than the other portion of the year?
Such small questions didn't benefit Hope. At least, he assumed they didn't.
What was important was that it was cold. Cold nights were just as much of a threat as facing monsters.