Rick woke up the next morning with a strong headache. He couldn't remember, at first, what happened in that place, but unfortunately, the memories of the last night began to appear in his mind bit by bit.
'Damn it...', unwillingly, he began to cry again as he cursed.
He stayed on the ground in that same position for a while. In truth, he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to. After all, his two arms were still broken, his calf was messed up, and the punch that he received in his stomach left great damage as well.
Rick never felt so weak and helpless in his entire life. Not even when he lost his wife. That day was, by far, the worst day that he ever had.
However, together with the profound frustration of being so weak, came as well the desire for more strength. All that Rick wanted was to get stronger and never be stepped on again.
