The night in a forest, a rough breathing sound can be heard. Someone was running while holding his left waist side. Blood was coming out of the place he hold.
"DAMN IT, IT WAS A TRAP!" The man screamed at the darkness that is night.
"Shitshitshit" He cursed at something.. Perhaps his luck?
The speed of his movement is lowering. The injuries starting to get to him. The man continues to move to run away from something. He gets slower and slower as blood was going out of his body. After a few minutes, the man seems to have given up as he stopped running and walked to a tree. He slowly comes and sits on the tree roots. He gazes towards his walking path that is trailed by his blood.
The loss of blood slowly crept to him as he settled down. He realised this is it. It is the end for him. Even maintaining to open his is tiring. After a few second passed he has stopped breathing.