Re: [On a wall...]
[Your body is kicked hard against a wall, you can hear something crack, and yet it is not enough for consciousness to leave you. By now your body is hurting all over, and you try to blink to clear the blood away from your eyes. How many of them are there? Is it a whole team? You can't tell. You can't move. You can make out what must be the shovel that was made at the forge last month, though. When the blade is swung down with it's sharp edge against your hand, you no longer even have the strength to scream. You wonder if they are laughing at you now, their mouths are moving but you can't hear a thing...]
[They are digging a hole, a shallow grave, and to your horror you can see they got Blast, your little brother, or he might as well be. He's bleeding from his head just like you as they throw him in the hole, before they also kick you over, sending you tumbling towards him and landing on top of him. Don't they know you're still alive? Maybe they don't care... And then everything is dirt. sand. dirt. in your mouth. all over. something breathing below you. can't move. more dirt.]