Corneus had fallen onto the cold wooden floor, only the sounds of explosions being heard. The only reason he was alive was because of his parents. They protected him like their son, like their child ever since the day he was born. That day that sparked hope into his life.
He took his last breaths before his vision started fading. It didn't seem healthy as he fell to the floor. He felt a slight liquid flowing from his cranium, dropping from his eyelids and down on the already drenched floor. The liquid was no doubt his own.
His own blood. He was saved, but at what cost?
He would bleed out here, like a loser. Like a no one. He slowly tilted his head upward. But it was no use. He was paralyzed, he couldn't move a muscle. Corneus could still hear the screaming faintly. But it died down, was he blacking out? or was the source of the screams disappearing? Corneus didn't know. He was completely destroyed, like a loser. A nobody.