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Being soaked in blood was not ideal.
His body pulsated in shivers and shudders. It was involuntary, and yet necessary.
He needed to probe his body the most he could.
To stay awake. To stay awake. To stay awake.
Dizzy. Busy. Fizzy.
He could not see the path ahead of him well.
He wondered in passing if the nearby road had any passing cars.
He looked like a hobo; his hair a tangled mess.
But he needed to stay alive.
He wasn't alone in the world anymore.
He was alone right now, but not forever.
Seeing the sickish brown soil slowly fade to a concrete grey gave him hope, as he flicked his wrist to continue dragging himself to the road.
He was going to make it.
He was going to be freed from this pain soon.
The sound of a snap made him cringe, yet a soft smile spread across his face. His torso felt so comfortably warm. Red ooze spreading, dripping, leaking out of his large gash.
Wrong place at the wrong time.
He had wanted to die years ago, but why couldn't he bring himself to accept death's open arms now?
He leaned forward towards the bright light of the road ahead, opening his mouth to shout but nothing came out.
Nothing but a hoarse croak.
The last thing he saw was that light.
He had closed his eyes the moment his forehead connected with the pavement.
He'd be home. He'd be home.
He'd be home soon.