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Broken Bridges (Roleplay c:)

(Woohoo, Fuzzyling's back :D)


I'm dead. There's no way I survived that fall and the wolves would have torn me to shreds. So why do I hear breathing... I sat up lazily and had hazy vision. I WAS alive.
 
My eyes open slowly, as my sleep is roused by movement. I look around drowsily to see Kyle sitting up in the bed the girl put him in.
 
Looking around, I saw a figure, but could not make it out. Not knowing what it was and automatically reacting, I stood up and pointed my pistol at it. What happened to this world...
 
Suddenly, Kyle points a pistol at me, and I fall out of my chair in fright.
 
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My vision no longer horrid, I saw I was pointing my gun at Len. I instantly put it down and apologized. "Oh geez, sorry. I.. I.." I sat down on the side of the bed and stared at the wall.
 
I wipe the wounds and bandage them, I say I'm sorry a few may have been me, I had to drag you for quite sometime
 
I wince, and look at my hands.
"How are you feeling?" I sign to him, just trying to make sure he is okay.
 
I turn to the one who was treating my wounds and say, "No thanks. But first, I'd like to ask your name."
 
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