"Ha, ha..."
Intense panting, body aching all over.
The Five Internal Organs and Six Hollow Organs feel like they're burning, flesh and blood rolling and shrinking inch by inch, a massive weight pressing on the spine, unable to move the right hand.
Fatty props himself up with one hand, trying to rise, but the pain forces him back down, a small tremor causes the heavy weight to collapse again, filling the narrow space with dust, which rushes into his throat with each breath, triggering more severe coughs.
"Cough, cough..."
After a long moment of discomfort, Fatty spits out bloody froth, finally gathering a bit of strength, screaming as he kneels on one knee, and lifts the beam and giant rocks.
The large beams roll, the rocks crash down, raising dust clouds.
The night wind scatters the dust, fresh air blows against his hair.
"Ha, ha..."
Fatty struggles out, head raised to the sky, squinting to avoid incoming dust, celebrating survival, greedily breathing fresh air.
I survived.
