Free the End

66 [City at the End of the Game]

ngl I accidentally typed 'at the end of the gae' and debated leaving it like that. Anyways I know it's not a city but I named it that cuz they're all together and it's supposed to be the end of the game
TW // blood, discussions of death and violence

I fell through nothing. First there was a glimpse of a dark torchlit room, then a force yanked me backwards and dropped me in the middle of a field. I found myself plopped ass-first on a tall pile of random things.
My first thought was What the fuck?

After getting my bearings a little bit, I sat more comfortably on the giant pile and looked up, wondering if I just fell through some invisible trash chute. If I did, this is some good trash, and not just cuz I'm here now.
What, shiny armor, shiny weapons- oh that has a lot of blood on it, jeez- what's this?

My hands found a soft material almost instinctively. It was a yellow helmet made of leather. I welcomed the feel of it, and not just because most everything else was rough and sharp. It felt attached to something, not physically, but memory-ily?
It was bloodstained in a few places, but it didn't gross me out; it just made me sad. I held it close and tried to follow the feeling backwards.
"-but we have enough for a chestplate and that would give you more protection."
"Hey, why does he get the chestplate?"
"S̶a̶p̶n̶a̶p̶, come on."
"What, just because you're a simp doesn't mean-"
"For the last time I'm not a simp!"
"GUYS! I got the leather so I decide what we make...
"I'm getting a hat," George murmured.

The other voices died, but he remembered them. Other people. I was with other people.
I looked around the field. Where are they now?
Light came from the East, from over a river and behind a mountain. But no one appeared calling my name, or complimenting my hat; there was nothing.

Now what to do...
Frankly, I was in a good position here with a clear view of everything around me.
As long as nothing gets dumped on my head- I looked upwards. It was just blue sky and a couple dotted clouds.
Nope, still invisible.
Huh. Well, there was no reason to leave, so I started examining my new treasures.

There were many sets of armor scattered around; everything was hard and blue and very damaged except for one dark purplish chestplate that shimmered when I picked it up. I felt secure when I put it on.
I put on the yellow cap too, and shuffled through the stuff around me.

There were bows, some bits of food scattered around. I was looking down for anything interesting when whatever I was leaning on sank lower and I tumbled forwards.
I rolled painfully over my head and then felt something heavy hit my chest. It skidded over the curved chestplate and pain pierced my shoulder. I cried out. Fuck that hurt.

"Ow..." I gasped. I couldn't inhale. I gasped harder but the only sound was air leaving my lungs, not going in. My chest hurt; I knew it was rising and falling, but it wasn't breathing. I was losing oxygen.

I panicked and tried to move. I got my left hand unstuck and pushed at the sword stabbing my other shoulder. Pain burned down my arm and across my chest when it moved.
Finally I felt a little air come in with my gasping and sagged with relief, accidentally pushing the point of the sword deeper in and sending more searing pain out. I tried not to move and slowly regained my breath.

The sword was stuck, hilt-first in the pile, and I'd fallen right into it. Thank god for the chestplate or it probably would've gone through my heart. It looked like it slid sideways right under the shoulder-plate. Still, it really hurt and scarlet blood was leaking down the blade.
I'd thrown my arms out to stop falling and now my right hand was stuck awkwardly in the pile. I couldn't just back off of the sword. Fuck.