07-01-2014, 09:40 AM
Continued from:The Strong and the Weak
Giovanni hobbled through the tunnels with his makeshift cane. He could walk fine, but occasionally, his balance would be thrown off. To that end, he kept close to the walls, using both the wall and the iron bar to keep his balance.
As far as Giovanni could tell, the makeshift shirt-bandage had stopped the bleeding, but some blood had hardened on his chest and stomach. Giovanni was glad that the tunnels had some warmth to them and had no idea what he would do when he reached the surface to stay warm in the Russian winter.
"Help...
"Yes, Ordine, we are going to get help,"
Giovanni said, his voice raspy from the dryness in his throat.
Giovanni hadn't seen a soul since he had departed from Aramand, and more importantly he hadn't seen any strange creatures that wanted to eat him. Anytime Giovanni closed his eyes he could see the face of the bloodsucker that had attacked him. The completely dilated eyes made him shudder.
"Help..."
Giovanni sighed at the repeated idea and kept moving forward. Regardless of whether or not the wound was still bleeding, he' have to go to a hospital to close the punctures in his shoulders before they got infected. Giovanni doubted he would find anyone that would care enough to help him reach the surface, but hoped that he would. He wasn't sure he'd make it there before passing out.
He passed by a door and thought he heard some faint echoes of sound emanating from it. A sound of something falling and then a voice. He couldn't make out the words, but there was clearly someone talking on the other side of the door. Giovanni moved to enter the room slowly and silently to figure out if the owner of the voice was friend or foe.
Giovanni hobbled through the tunnels with his makeshift cane. He could walk fine, but occasionally, his balance would be thrown off. To that end, he kept close to the walls, using both the wall and the iron bar to keep his balance.
As far as Giovanni could tell, the makeshift shirt-bandage had stopped the bleeding, but some blood had hardened on his chest and stomach. Giovanni was glad that the tunnels had some warmth to them and had no idea what he would do when he reached the surface to stay warm in the Russian winter.
"Help...
"Yes, Ordine, we are going to get help,"
Giovanni said, his voice raspy from the dryness in his throat.
Giovanni hadn't seen a soul since he had departed from Aramand, and more importantly he hadn't seen any strange creatures that wanted to eat him. Anytime Giovanni closed his eyes he could see the face of the bloodsucker that had attacked him. The completely dilated eyes made him shudder.
"Help..."
Giovanni sighed at the repeated idea and kept moving forward. Regardless of whether or not the wound was still bleeding, he' have to go to a hospital to close the punctures in his shoulders before they got infected. Giovanni doubted he would find anyone that would care enough to help him reach the surface, but hoped that he would. He wasn't sure he'd make it there before passing out.
He passed by a door and thought he heard some faint echoes of sound emanating from it. A sound of something falling and then a voice. He couldn't make out the words, but there was clearly someone talking on the other side of the door. Giovanni moved to enter the room slowly and silently to figure out if the owner of the voice was friend or foe.