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( Prelude to an entry, NWS and featuring mature themes )
He gathered his clothes with stiff, guarded movements, dressing himself with the coordination of a small child. He eased toward the door, half expecting another attack, instead rolling back in shock when he stepped into a bar. He reached up to see if he'd hit his head. Wide eyes looked around wildly, unfocused. He stumbled back, feeling resistance in his left ankle. Hitting the wall behind him, his breath surged out, and he could do little more than stare at the scene in front of him.
He gathered his clothes with stiff, guarded movements, dressing himself with the coordination of a small child. He eased toward the door, half expecting another attack, instead rolling back in shock when he stepped into a bar. He reached up to see if he'd hit his head. Wide eyes looked around wildly, unfocused. He stumbled back, feeling resistance in his left ankle. Hitting the wall behind him, his breath surged out, and he could do little more than stare at the scene in front of him.
