Darkness, that was all I could see.
Drip.
Everything was dark.
Drip.
There was the sound of some liquid dripping.
Drip.
I opened my eyes to see the sky above. The moon shone yellow tinging the city with its colours. Yellow… I always hated that colour, it signified the coming of night, when the weak came out of hiding to prey upon those even weaker and the weakest would be crushed by all that degeneracy.
I looked back down at by own skinny body sitting, slouched against the wall.
Drip.
The dripping continued as the crimson liquid on my face hit the ground one by one. It wasn't my blood.
However.
Looking to the side I could see my left shoulder, it was almost fully ripped off and I could no longer control my arm. Crimson liquid streamed out of the wound mixing together with the dripping blood to form a pool underneath me. It reflected the almost golden moon above.
"Ah… I'm going to die."
When I envisioned of this inevitable moment I thought there would be more fear, but right now, it feels quite relieving, knowing that there will be no more worries about finding food, about hiding from those beasts that call themselves human, about finding a decent place to sleep and about fighting back when found.
Even so, thinking of all these things a rare feeling rose up within me. It wasn't any kind of feeling of relief or apathy. But a kind of primordial feeling I'd long thought I lost the energy to have.
Anger.
Rage.
25 years of life, 9 years of struggling to survive in this hell, I can't just let it end here. I will not!
Using anger as his fuel the bleeding man with dark brown hair attempted to stand up. He had only been bleeding out for 20 seconds and the people who'd done this to him left immediately because of the sound of someone nearby. Yet, despite that, he was simply too weak to stand and fell chest first to the ground.
His fuel was still burning strong though, he crawled along the dirt covered ground using his right arm to pull his light body around.
Whoever those people who'd done this had run from. As long as I can reach them. It doesn't matter if they kill me, I'll die anyway, so even if it's just a chance, I have to try.
Two minutes had gone past and I was still crawling, I don't even understand how I'm still conscious but some indescribable feeling urged me to keep going, to keep moving.
Finally, reaching the end of the alleyway, he could see people, he had lost far to much blood to see clearly but even from just their blurry figures he could tell they weren't from here.
One of the blurry figures noticed the man who's face was covered with dirt and blood.
"Hey, ar-"
"-ay"
The other two figures followed suit as well, noticing and rushing towards the man.
Perhaps due to the blood loss getting to him or the intense relief from reaching his target the man let himself rest and lost consciousness.