I am trying to control her sobs, trying to think as clearly as possible, but my thoughts keep returning to the memory. I fought and killed, and now I lie here in the mud. Was I slaughtered or hurt? I feel no excruciating pain, burning just exhausted muscles and enormous fatigue that held me in place.
I have to move, but then what? What if I lose my enemies and kill me when they see that I’m alive? Who won this battle?
Maybe it would be better if I stayed lying there, but I decided that I will not continue the lie and do possum. Slowly, trying his heavy legs to move underneath the body, but all I dressed in armor and get twice as big feet beneath the armor that protects my chest and abdomen, is harder and more strenuous than I thought and it took twice as long before I He expected.