05-24-2007, 08:52 AM
Pikkon lay helpless on the ground; his green skin covered in black scars, a result of the grenade explosion. He slowly opened his eyes, a low grown escaping from his mouth. The pain he felt was worse than he had expected to end up with.
As he attempted to sit up, he pushed on the ground with his left hand, immediately he collapsed back down onto the ground, falling back into the mud. His face tightening up Pikkon winced as he tried to move his left arm.
?Broken,? he sobbed silently.
Using his right hand to push himself up of the ground, the defeated green warrior staggered to his feet. He attempted to stand still but wobbled from side to side unable to stand up straight. His ears where ringing, that explosion was way to close for his liking.
Slowly staggering through the surrounding trees and bushes, constantly falling to either side Pikkon clutched his broken arm holding it steady. He felt lucky when he realised his duffel bag was still hanging from his shoulder, though what use would it be now? His time on this island was surely limited. After a stunt like that you expect people to come after you to finish you off.
?Bring it on!? Pikkon screamed at the top of his lungs. He then collapsed onto the muddy ground.
He slowly pulled of his duffel bag and unzipped the lock, using his good hand to go through his belongings he pulled out a container of water. He poured half of the container over the worst burnt parts of his body, screaming in agony as the water hit the surface of his skin.
Having two pieces of bread left he decided to eat one, the other, the one he found in the deserted town would be kept for later, if there was to be a later for the injured warrior.
Slowly climbing to his feet again he staggered of in an unknown direction not willing to pull out his map and compass from the bag, but preferring chance to anything else. ?Today will surely be my first and last day in this stupid competition,? he thought to himself.
As he attempted to sit up, he pushed on the ground with his left hand, immediately he collapsed back down onto the ground, falling back into the mud. His face tightening up Pikkon winced as he tried to move his left arm.
?Broken,? he sobbed silently.
Using his right hand to push himself up of the ground, the defeated green warrior staggered to his feet. He attempted to stand still but wobbled from side to side unable to stand up straight. His ears where ringing, that explosion was way to close for his liking.
Slowly staggering through the surrounding trees and bushes, constantly falling to either side Pikkon clutched his broken arm holding it steady. He felt lucky when he realised his duffel bag was still hanging from his shoulder, though what use would it be now? His time on this island was surely limited. After a stunt like that you expect people to come after you to finish you off.
?Bring it on!? Pikkon screamed at the top of his lungs. He then collapsed onto the muddy ground.
He slowly pulled of his duffel bag and unzipped the lock, using his good hand to go through his belongings he pulled out a container of water. He poured half of the container over the worst burnt parts of his body, screaming in agony as the water hit the surface of his skin.
Having two pieces of bread left he decided to eat one, the other, the one he found in the deserted town would be kept for later, if there was to be a later for the injured warrior.
Slowly climbing to his feet again he staggered of in an unknown direction not willing to pull out his map and compass from the bag, but preferring chance to anything else. ?Today will surely be my first and last day in this stupid competition,? he thought to himself.