I stagger forward holding my hand over the bleeding wound.
I’m so close to the outpost, but the snarls are getting louder.
Will I make it to safety, or will I become food for the weak?
I stagger forward holding my hand over the bleeding wound.
I’m so close to the outpost, but the snarls are getting louder.
Will I make it to safety, or will I become food for the weak?