The boy's breath came in ragged bursts, each inhale sharp, every exhale trembling with pain. Snowflakes drifted past his face, melting against the hot blood pooling from his scalp. His world was reduced to shadows and cold, the crushing weight of stone pinning him to the ground.
His right leg was trapped beneath the jagged rubble of the cabin wall. No matter how hard he strained, the stone wouldn't budge. His left arm lay twisted at an unnatural angle, bone jutting against torn flesh. Every twitch sent waves of agony ripping through him.
Around him echoed a horrific festival of despair...the panicked cries of students, the thunderous roars of creatures horrific alien creature echo vastly in the area.
The battlefield screamed in chaos.
"…Am… am I going to die here?"
He whispered to himself, his voice so frail it was nearly swallowed by the storm.
As if answering his fear, the stone shifted.
