'Am i dead...'
'No, definitely not. Dead people don't get to listen to their own internal monologue, do they?'
Sezel's battered body lay half-submerged under layers of rubble, his skin smeared with blood and dust. He was still alive... barely.
His body was still numb... not feeling any pain was a refreshing thing from his perspective.
He kept his eyes shut. Maybe it was denial, maybe self-preservation.
'If I see my insides outside, there's a real chance I'll die from shock before blood loss finishes the job.'
But the weirdest part—the part that felt wrong even among a hundred wrong things, was that warmth was seeping slowly into his broken body.... just some time ago it had been cold because of the ice.
The sun must be up. Funny how the world keeps going even when you're ruined and leaking.
'How long has it been, since then.' Sezel wondered. He had no idea how long he'd been lying here. Had a day passed, or a week?
