Light... Blinding light... Like when you come out of a deep sleep and the sun comes through the blinds right into your pupils... Bright... Really bright...
"What the hell why is that thing still alive I chop-" a moment of blurred and slurred sounds, "-arm and shot it in the head! There is no-" Like static on the radio "-helping you, you tried to kill us with a shovel for cryin-..."
...But...I have a shovel. Logan thought as he stared with two empty orbs at the armed man. Armed to the teeth actually... Blades and bullets. This could have been a blessing, had Logan not had that feeling in the pit of his stomach that... Well... He was the one the armed man was speaking about.
The man was powerful looking; mid twenties or early thirties, dark hair, and his eyes... So full of life... So green... Logan loathed them for a moment, the envy built up inside him quickly. He wanted those eyes... No, he wanted the life, the warmth in them. But that left. Instantly; Logan would not have noticed had every moment not seemed like an eternity.
There was also something else around... An animal? Wasn't a human, not that he could see anyway... Logan's severed arm twitched a little and his eyes rolled to see a cat in a rather intimidating stance. These two were unlike the enemies of the past. They were neither thug nor undead or even a menacing figure. Sure they were scary to Logan, since he was more the fleeing kind of guy compared to standing and fighting, but, in his current situation, Logan was doing neither of these... He was, more or less, screwed.
"Hey!" The gut feeling was ignored and everything Logan ever knew about fear left. He just wanted to stand again. He repeated at the guy and then looked back at the strange cat, "Hey! Can... I get some help here... Or at least tell me where I am, please," Logan thought for just a second, "I'm supposed to be dead aren't I? Well, don't sweat it... I can't move. I don't remember... Um... Much of anything actually. I don't have but one arm here and the other is-" He dropped the shovel and made a little tight fist, "-working just fine I guess... My legs are messed up though I think," He was explaining his heart out and it was more accepting what had happened instead of trying to convince the dangerous human... And that cat.
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