#wjinn

He's done it now. 

It wasn't the first time that he had managed to situate himself in such a brutal condition, but it was the first time that he had absolutely no will to endure it. However, if he had shut his eyes, there was little chances of him re-opening them again. It was this potential threat that kept him breathing, that kept his pulse brimming, even when the rest of his ( rather feeble ) frame could only unravel even more. The strings tied to life were melting away in spills of crimson underneath his soles. It was only a matter of how much time he had left before there was nothing left to be extracted, nothing left to lose. His eyes wearily peered to the side where an apartment complex stood, and a subtle spark of hope immediately surfaced in him. People. There were people. Maybe he wasn't going to expire yet.

But then it quickly dawned onto him, the hour of day wasn't usual for strolls outside. Chances of discovering anyone beyond the boundaries of their home were relatively slim, and it'd have to be a few hours later until he might find someone emerge. But he also couldn't keep walking, or limping. Hell, he could barely maneuver his way around without the weight of collapsing burdened over his shoulders. His hood never felt so heavy, and neither did his legs. Summing up all of the moments he had sustained, this was by far registered the most difficult. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to take on more than he could handle, even if his pride was at stake. The outcome would've been more fortunate if he had just buried his smug attitude long ago.