(I picked a stray piece of glass from my scalp and groaned as I pushed myself to my feet, getting thrown through that window earlier had not been something I was expecting when I pulled up to this place... Can't believe there's still glass in my hair after everything I've been through since. I whimper slightly and suck air through my teeth as I get my bearings, holding my wounded hands to my stomach, now missing two fingers. If I escape alive it'll be a miracle... I push myself to keep moving.)
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13/10/2024
.🦔 Carl 🦔.
12/10/2024
lizardguts!!
12/10/2024