[Death is supposed to be permanent. Hell, there's no clear reason as to why Matt is alive. Not that he would call this much of living. Will he even remember it? The world is muffled, cold and he can sort of make out a name.
Manny? Randy?
Danny?
His thoughts sloush around slowly and when it registers he's moving is when he makes the most noise. A shocked cry and wincing. Mud and dirt have matted his hair. His face is a mess of microcuts, sludge and sediment there as well. Bouts of crying have cut the mess only to have more grime added.]
Please--I'm--no, no more.
[Of whatever is to come. No more. hurting. Though he has no idea what is going to happen next. It's like a shock wave passing through him and splintering into his skin, his bones, his blood. Then a slow, gathering warmth in the shards. He whimpers pathetically.]
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Manny? Randy?
Danny?
His thoughts sloush around slowly and when it registers he's moving is when he makes the most noise. A shocked cry and wincing. Mud and dirt have matted his hair. His face is a mess of microcuts, sludge and sediment there as well. Bouts of crying have cut the mess only to have more grime added.]
Please--I'm--no, no more.
[Of whatever is to come. No more. hurting. Though he has no idea what is going to happen next. It's like a shock wave passing through him and splintering into his skin, his bones, his blood. Then a slow, gathering warmth in the shards. He whimpers pathetically.]