Prolog

I decided to do something a little different and post the draft prolog of a story I am writing.

Prologue

How long had it been? How long had I been running? I ponder while I’m lying on the cold, metal ground. The cries and screams that flew around me only seconds earlier have now grown silent, or maybe its that I have lost all sense. My thoughts, that is all I hear. My vision is blurring into a string of dark colors and a sharp numbing pain has become apparent in my shoulder. It’s almost unbearable. I would scream, but I lack the strength to open my mouth. Slowly the pain starts spreading. I urge any strength left in my body to move my trembling hand to my left shoulder. A warm thick liquid pours from the wound.

  Its deep. The damage is very fatal. I lower my hand closer to my face. I can barely make out my own hand through my blurred vision, all I see is red, crimson, and dark. Red, a color I know all too well. Drops kiss my face, running across my right cheek, mixing with my drying tears. I have no energy to wipe them away. I let my hand fall upon my side, I can no longer move my body…. Take me back, back to when it all started, back before the pain, back before the running. Back before the death, back to when life was simple and I didn’t feel so cold. Please if this is the end, take me back so I can remember one last time. I close my eyes and let the darkness fill me.