My lungs are wet. I can feel moisture swishing around in there, and I can't get it out. Taking a deep breath, I focus on my surroundings. I'm laying on a concrete floor, my back hurts from being on it so long. I weakly smile at my thoughts. I'm in a dim room covered in blood and slowly waiting for my lungs to fill and suffocate me, and I'm thinking about my back. Actually, maybe it's best that's all I'm thinking about.
Directing my attention back towards my impending predicament, I slowly try wiggling my fingers. I can, but they hurt. No matter. Then I try moving my legs, and find that I can. After few more tests, I find my body can still move.
Slowly, I use my arms to hoist myself up. Standing, I look around at the room I'm in. It looked like an empty parking garage, lit only by a few fluorescent lights built into the ceiling. Hazily, I stumble around the area. It's getting harder to breathe now, and my vision is blurry from lack of oxygen. Of course this would happen right as I was standing up.
I could faintly feel myself swaying under the feeling of dying. Of course, I wasn't quite sure what dying felt like, I've never died before.
Suddenly, I fell.
As soon as I hit the hard concrete my vision blacked out. My whole body was in pain, but suddenly, I couldn't feel anything.
The End.
