Frostbound

When I came to, there were only a few rays of light in the sky. It seemed I was out of it until sunset.

I had been moved to our 'hospital' tent by somebody but I didn't remember that happening. Nor did I remember my clothes being cut off. I was left in just my underwear and it was modestly embarrassing.

I knew it's my family all here but it was still weird, I was a grown-ass man after all.

Attempting to get up resulted in a sharp pain... everywhere. I couldn't pinpoint which part of my body hurt the most, all of it hurt. I looked down over my body and there were numerous scabs.

The three lines down my chest were the most notable. They started on the upper right part of my chest and moved diagonally across. They were almost a foot in length and looked red and angry. I had to take off some bandages to get a good look at them.

They had mostly scabbed over and I couldn't help but wonder at how fast it was healing. The smaller scrapes on my arms and legs from the lesser wolves had already been replaced by new pink skin. The only signs that they happened were thin white scars marring my body.

As I was checking over my body Abigail walked into the tent and noticed I was awake.

"Oh, you're up. How do you feel?" She said coming over to check on me.

"Like shit. How else am I supposed to feel." I said. That was a stupid question.

"Well, you look like it too." She said back.

I had to stifle a laugh or it would hurt too much, but I didn't expect that retort so soon.

Now that my mind had come back into focus, it replayed all the events of the wave. All the monsters getting by me, Mark going down to a vicious bite, the guard tower falling. I couldn't help but focus on everything bad that had happened. The was only one question on my mind.