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It hurt so goddamn much.
Lying on your back in the stables, you tried your best to reach for the first aid kit the farmer left behind. Shame that his house was probably ruined by that explosion. He was a nice man. A helpful man.
Christ, you hated the bastards.
Finding the bandage roll inside of this kit, you tried bandaging your foot. It looked pretty bad, but you didn’t doubt that it would heal in some time. At least you wouldn’t have to find a doctor. Those weren’t always to be trusted these days; your bounty could probably feed their family for a couple of days.
The bandaging… didn’t really work. Your bruised sides refused to bend over far enough for you to fully reach your damaged foot. Your second attempt was trying to bend your knee, but this also proved to be more difficult than expected. If it just didn’t have to hit the ground it would hurt a lot le-
You stopped in the middle of that thought. You heard footsteps.
Was someone else in here?
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Entering the wide house, you were surprised by what you found. This gigantic house was used solely as a stable. You stared in awe at the giant metal bars used to reinforce the structure of the massive building and the ingenuity of the sliding stall doors. Who would have a need for this many horses? What mighty land was ruled from this farmstead? More importantly, why was every single stall <span class="mu-i">empty?</span> Were you walking through the ruins of a fallen-
You stopped in the middle of that thought. You heard soft grunting and heavy breathing.
Was someone else in here?
