My eyes open and a gasp escape from my lips. I am lying on the ground, the moon illuminating. Its dark, and I can hear the crickets chirping. I try to move my body but I groan from the pain and the weakness I feel. I am still at the harbour.
I don't know how long I was passed out, but I need to move, before anyone gets here. I try to move my good shoulder, and support my weight with it and I slowly get up, my leg and shoulder, under severe pain. I grit and moan, but I manage to stand up, all my weight on my good leg.
I clutch my right hand, to try not move the shoulder because of the pain. I look around, my brain wonky and I know its form the blood loss, and I need to get checked out, otherwise I will eventually bleed out.
I spot a car, the one they used to bring me here with. I limb, slowly, my body is under agony but I have to go through it, I need to go. I need to get out of here. I finally reach the car and I try opening it, but I fall down.
