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‘Awakening’
‘Am I dead? W-what’s happening? Who am I?’ whispered a unfathomable voice in the hazy darkness, ‘Get up, run, THEY are after you son GET UP!’
A blinding white light tore through the darkness, between the lids of a pair of eyes. Driven by an irrepressible urge they started to open, flinching, gradually and painfully, encrusted in a sticky coating of warm blood and fine pale sand. Two pupils dilated inside blood shot eyes that were frantically darting about trying to focus on a point away from the scorching sun in the featureless sky, being able only to concentrate on a deafening ringing sound that seemed to emanate from deep within his head. The man let out a confused groan of frustration shutting his eyes tightly, struggling to stay conscious through the throbbing pain in his head and a total buzzing sensation throughout his body. He suddenly and violently coughed from deep within his tired aching lungs, dryly expelling sand, blood and phlegm over a grimy taupe woven cloak, fringed in crude patterns, tied in the middle with faded tassels. He groaned again and slowly raised his right hand from below the roasting sand and arched his arm over toward his face spilling small grains over his chest. The sleeve of his cloak slipped down his tanned arm to his shoulder to reveal a series of strange tattooed symbols. Gingerly he moved his sandy fingers to examine the source of the pain. Being dazed and confused state, he ran his fingers carelessly across his numb clammy face and into a large bleeding gash on the side of his head above his ear. Immediately his hand was violently flung away in agony from the gash and back into the sand, followed by a horrifying scream of pain that seemed to make no sound to him. Echoing his scream and rousing him slightly from his confused state was the emerging menacing crackle of gunfire and the shouting of other men that seemed to be so far away in the distance that sent violent shivers deep down inside his gut leaving him tingling with fear. He once again raised his arm over his body and rolled over onto his front, snorting out sand that had been blown up his nose by the gently breeze. He placed his tar-blackened hands flat upon the hot desert floor, fine sand wisped between his fingers, single grains lifted into the air with the slightest flurry of wind, blow away into the endless desert expanse. Despite his head that was pulsing with pressure and swollen with the wound, he managed to slowly raise his torso followed by his bleeding head, he opened his eyes to see a trail of bloodied saliva trickling to the ground from his lips and smouldering ash blowing underneath him. He slowly arched his head towards the direction of the ash to see a small burning crater and a crude wooden rifle about three feet away from the place where his head had come to rest after he had fallen. He coughed again and his vision swiftly flickered between grey and black, his remaining conscienceless blew away with the wind and lost its grip on the worlds face. He fell back to the ground with an abrupt thud, his face pushed under the sand. |
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