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Angst Prompts - Blood
Mar. 3rd, 2021 04:07 pmLeon's hands shook as he sunk to the ground carefully, torn between reaching out to try and help himself and simply leaning back on his hands to give up. He'd been so caught up on the Ganados that were surely ahead that he hadn't noticed the bear trap until he was screeching in surprise. The note had stubbornly died just as fast as it had sounded, Leon desperately swallowing his pain.
None of the townsfolk had come to investigate the sound. Yet. He had time.
His breath was ragged as he reached for the trap clamped through his calf. He had herbs, had aerosol spray that could help. It was all about thinking positively, right? He could carry on. If that dog he had rescued from a trap ten minutes ago could run off free as a bird then so could he. He was just lucky he had neutralized the area before becoming ensnared. This was merely a hiccup. Nothing more.
All about thinking positively.
He felt sick as he reached down, blood staining his pant leg and smearing onto his hands as he forcefully pried at the traps jaws apart. It took effort and a few leaked tears, more pain than the broken ribs after Raccoon City. But he sprung himself free and rolled out of the trap, lying in a bush for a second to catch his breath, staring at the ominous orange sky.
He wouldn't catch a break this whole mission, would he?
Unfortunately, he only had enough time to take a deep breath and shove some green herbs into his mouth like an animal. And then just like that, he was back on his feet with a slight limp, Matilda raised as he carried on.
He had a girl to save.
