•Desolate Lands•
•The abandoned tunnels•
Crunch faded in and out of consciousness for the first day, the armed Elf guards had pronounced him dead without even checking and had been on their merry way with the fancy box.
The arrow hadn't hit any vital organs that he was aware of but he knew that death was inevitable if he remained prone on the ground and as there wasn't any way to get moving, death would still happen, it was a lose-lose situation
He had expected to die by the second day at the very most but it had long ended and he was now well into the third day, his limbs were numb and he felt faint from the lack of food and water or maybe it was just the blood loss.
The injury had congealed within the first hour so he hadn't lost as much blood as he thought, it was annoying not to die when you wanted to, when you were supposed but instead his body refused to go out on him, clinging to life desperately.
