Nexus did not give a damn, he gorged through cake after cake, slowing down only to exhale for a moment.
With the wind howling in the background like a pack of wind wolves, Nexus stretched his neck- in deep satisfaction. His growling stomach finally settled down- bulging shamelessly, silently appreciating Nexus for filling it with something other than beef jerky.
He glanced over at the entrance to the tent.
He imagined how soft and cushy the insides would be.
Having satisfied his craving, he was already starting to feel super heavy.
'Damn it," he sighed; "If I don't get up right now, I might actually collapse here. . ."
His whole body began to feel like lead.
Eyes lids drooping, vision blurry, and heartbeat slowing down, Nexus' mind also began to shut down.
"Shit," he cursed as he rolled over on his elbow. He pursed his lips, and willed himself to rise up.
He did.
But not without great effort.
