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The crescent rock formation you've dragged yourself to is gorgeous in the dawn light. Not that you know it. But the way the sun breaks over the top of it and spills inside warms you from head to toe. It's so good that it makes you shudder, arms wrapped around yourself as you huddle against the wall. You're covered in blood. You don't remember why, but as the day brightens, you begin to think that perhaps it isn't your own.
Not that you mind either way. You observe the dried reddish brown coat over your arms, legs, clothes. It's probably on your face too, but your hands are filthy with it as well, so it would be hard to tell what's from where. But aside from the jagged wound on top of your head, you can't feel or see any other open wounds on yourself. This blood has to be from s
