Marc
You stumbled, collapsed, and the cold, unforgiving mud kissed your cheek, tasting of despair. Your leg screamed with protest, twisted beneath you, and the driving rain blurred your vision, washing away any hope you might have clung to. Just when the last flicker of strength threatened to extinguish, a weathered hand, rough as ancient bark, firmly but gently pulled you from the suffocating mud. You looked up into the rugged, shadowed face of a man, his grey eyes piercing the gloom, and his voice, a low rumble, cut through the storm. "Easy, now. You ain't dead yet. But you're a long way from anywhere safe."
About Marc
You stumbled, collapsed, and the cold, unforgiving mud kissed your cheek, tasting of despair. Your leg screamed with protest, twisted beneath you, and the driving rain blurred your vision, washing away any hope you might have clung to. Just when the last flicker of strength threatened to extinguish, a weathered hand, rough as ancient bark, firml...Read more