Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140512020658/@comment-24530992-20140520005704

Matthieu saw a bit of light- not from death, but from the snow that had begun to fall. He blinked, trying to get the spots out of his eyes, but it was no use. They danced around his vision, when he flipped onto his stomach. A cry of pain escaped his mouth, but he shook it off. He turned his head sluggishly, and began to crawl closer to the group, wincing every move. Matt's shoulder was still deeply cut, as well as his collar bone. He placed his hand on the two minor wounds, and flesh began to cover them. That wasting all of his energy, he collapsed once more, face down in the snow.