Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181031112919/@comment-35702393-20181222084325

This is the story of how I died.

Well, no that's not entirely true.

More of the story of how I'm gonna kill the thing that turned my leg into a literal human porkchop. Which can cause my death, at some point.

But not know coz I really feel like I could pass out at any moment.

"Ughhh...." I groaned, a heavy sting of pain spread through my head the moment i tried to blink my eyes open but decided to keep them closed for now. They were still sore. And my tongue tasted of rust and something rotten that reminds me of how Bailey cooked. Heh, Bailey. Shes probably dead by now.

"We need to get your leg treated." Said someone who I presume is a woman.

Glad someone noticed how screwed up my leg is.

Not to mention how it hurts like hell.

"Come on. Stand up." The voice ordered. Thinking it was someone important, I tried to open my eyes, just a little bit, at least so I could know my surroundings and how angelic this woman was for saving my life.

Pffft. Biggest mistake of my life.

I saw Trista (almost looked nearly as screwed up as I am), treating her "boyfriend" on the other corner of this.... sort of cavern we were stuck on. She tore a piece of cloth from her skirt and used it to clean Nik's face a bit because admittedly, he definitely looks like he's gone through hell.

If he didnt just go through hell, I'd be dreaming right now.

I tried to sit up, feeling a bit better, and tried to hiss through the pain on my leg, moving up to my thigh.

Oh wow. My leg was scarier than my grandma.

That's a first.

"Aaagh shit." I cursed, tears forming on the corner of my eye. This hurt like hell.

Trista threw me some unused cloth and gave me a dead stare, "Use that to wrap it around your wound. We dont want any more blood seeping out of that." She started, looking at my wound more closely, "Jesus, looks like a pack of wolves had your leg for dinner." She added.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "it did."

Trista scoffed, "Oh honey. Whatever that thing was, it was far worse than wolves." She finished, and went back to treating Nik, who was still out cold.

After wrapping the cloth around my wound, I groaned, turned around and saw Trista just sitting next to an out cold Nik, trying to rest.

"Trista." I called out.

"What?" She replied, eyes still closed.

"Where are we?" I asked, I literally had no idea.

"How the heck am I supposed to know?" She hastily replied, eyes shut.

I growled silently, ignoring her remarks. I was just trying to communicate. Geez.

We were in a secluded place (underground, I presumed) and we were surrounded by bedrock, complete bedrock, but somehow you can spot luminescent algae and precious crystals stuck within the surface. We were definitely underground.

I looked back again at Trista (shes literally the only thing I could stare onto at the moment) and took this time to see her more carefully.

I gotta admit, she was hot.

Her blonde hair reached up to her lower back, going down in smooth curls. Her eyes were a tint of green. Really cool emerald green that matched her hair perfectly. Pfft, her hair. Probably the only thing she cares about at the moment.

Aside from her boyfriend.

Wow, I need Nik's dating advice I swear.

How did he score someone like her?

I rolled my eyes, lucky bastard.

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To be continued because I am having severe writers block and idk what to do.