Snippet #1116426

Charlotte was pretty much as good as unconcious by now- her eyes were half-closed, her senses shutting down as she slouched against the Colliseum wall. Nym had run off somewhere, and she didn't try to stop her. All she wanted right now was to slowly...slowly...fall asleep...

Only to be snapped awake and scrambling to her feet, poised to run, shift, something. The arena's sandy dust had cleared. All the human particiapants had stopped. No skeletons, no zombies, no wolves- at least, they were all dead. But now Charlotte's weary eyes were focused on the entrance she guessed the wolves had come out of. A new set of eyes were manifesting. She couldn't keep focus much longer. Everything was swimming. She leaned sideways, tried to steady herself, and fell over.

Charlotte caught a glimpse of the pool of hot, red, sticky blood all around her. Where'd it come from? So much blood...No one could survive that loss. She groaned. Her side hurt. She put her hand on it. Wet. With an effort, she looked down to find her hand coated in a crimson red, a sickening gash running from just below her shoulder to the top of her thigh. Charlotte let her head fall back, roll to the side, still trying t hold onto conciousness.

All she saw was...All I see is... Pitch black, lights out.