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Light.
I see a light, trickling through the darkness.
It’s not Heaven because I can feel the pain in my broken wrist.
For the first time in my life, I’m glad I feel the pain. It feels like an old friend, back from my shitty childhood. A childhood that most of the time I’d gladly forget. But at least I feel something. Dead people don’t feel things.
I must be alive.
Light is seeping in through a small gap in front of me. Where the hell is it coming from? The last time I checked, it was still night-time. Have I been unconscious for all that time? I’m still buried in a mix of Necs and dead bodies (the proper kind, that is). Where the hell has the gap come from? Maybe some of the Necs have managed to crawl away, wandered off somewhere else.
Was I bitten while I was unconscious?
No, t
