I’d cleared enough ground that the angle of the hit didn’t throw me straight into the side of the building. I was thrown a distance, rolled on my side, on top of and over my probably-broken arm.
As if that arm hasn’t been through enough.
Although to be fair, that’s peanuts compared to what happened to a lot of the corpses lying around.
Pain consumed me. I writhed, my good hand pressing on my bad arm. I gagged, pulled my mask up to throw up, as if my body was trying to find some way to rebel against the pain.
ew
I tried to climb to my feet, but I was too weak, dizzy, and my good arm gave out. I landed face first in dirty water.
Shit. For all we know, Leviathan is still after her. Lying face down is not a good position to be in under those circumstances.
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