@elenaloveablekotsalaâ gets a plotted twd wishlist thing
The crash- the cause heâd forgotten left him with an unidentifiable piece of metal lodged in his side. He lurched forward, causing his head to crack the windshield leaving him unconscious for a good while. When he woke, he struggled as he took note of the shard in his chest, and dislodged himself from the vehicle. He didnât know how long he was out, but he was losing blood, and daylight. He knew he couldnât pull the metal from himself without a way to stitch up the cut- He figured he was a goner. Frank stumbled though the woods, laughing to himself at the irony of this death in this world.Â
As that thought crossed his mind, a cabin showed itself in the distance. It didnât feel real as he stumbled across the front porch- it didnât look abandoned like everything else- it sat on a quiet lake, and as he reached the door, his knocks echoed in the stillness. He could feel his heart pumping, and as the door opened, he collapsed.Â
When he woke, he felt misplaced and half dead- He looked around at his surroundings; a family cabin, one that had been kept up with. He tried to sit up, but the gash in his side hurt enough to make him give up, and a grunt to leave his lips- he was bandaged though, and he felt stitches along his brow where heâd been cut by the glass. âHello?â He called out in a rough voice as he accepted that he wasnât going to be mobile- at least on his own, for a while.Â
