5

The damp air stings your lungs, a hopeless cry for somebody, anybody, determined to be heard. You don't know where the others are. Don't know if they've escaped without you. Don't know if they're limp against the earth too.

The hot flow of blood meanders on your cooling skin, soaking straight through your clothes. You try to focus but the throbbing pain viciously mauls outwards with no intention of stopping, blinding agony sending you into shock.

The edge of your vision is soupy and the back of your skull pounds with a dull whine. As you begin to freeze over, your body boils back to life and cycles back again. Dirt lies at the corner of your mouth, the sharp smell of cut grass the only thing keeping you conscious.

All you can see is the inky sky. The stars look so nice tonight. Much nicer than in the city.