cascowriteswords: Clexaweek22, Day 7 - Free Day (completed 1 shot, ~4k words, read here)You’re
cascowriteswords: Clexaweek22, Day 7 - Free Day (completed 1 shot, ~4k words, read here)You’re cold. It’s the first thing you notice when you wake up. Your eyes are still closed and feel like they may have been that way for a long time. When you open them they feel as if they’ve been glued shut and it takes more effort than it should to pry your eyelids apart. Once they’re open and you’ve blinked through the thick grittiness of prolonged sleep, you realize it’s dark out. A spotlight moon overhead is the only thing casting a dim glow over the forest floor you’re laying on, its light impeded by tall trees that have grand branches but no leaves or needles. They look bare and spindly and they sway in the steady wind as you look up at them, creaking. Laying flat on your back on cold damp soil, you do a quick inventory of your body. Wiggle your toes, make a fist, flex your knees and elbows. Everything appears to be in working order. The only thing that hurts is your head - a localized point on your forehead. It’s a dull throbbing ache that penetrates deeper than just your skin and you raise your hand up to inspect it. The skin there is slick and stings as soon as your grimy fingers make contact. When you pull your fingers away to look at them, they’re covered in dark red blood, sticky and coagulated. That’s…not good. But there’s not much you can do about it at the moment. Keep reading -- source link