hadal
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My God he was tired. Every inch, ever damn fiber of his being ached with pain and exhaustion. He was most likely somewhere in Ukraine right now, but he didn’t know where. It was a forested area with no civilization in sight. Occasionally he’d hear the rustling of some small animals in the bushes, or a flock of birds departing from their perch on a tree. Other than that, he was all alone. As he had been for the past 3… 4… 5 months? His fellow escapee, Vanya, froze to death much earlier in the journey. He didn’t know how long ago that was though. He didn’t know how long it’d been since he escaped the camp either. Kazimir had intended to keep track… to count the nights, the weeks, the months, but he lost count. His counting skills weren’t very good. It was never a necessary skill in the camp.
The weather wasn’t so bad now. When Kazimir escaped, it was subzero and there was a blizzard, and it felt as if all life would freeze to death at any moment. While it was still cool out, the weather reached a comfortable temperature and most of the snow dried up. It must have been the early days of Spring. The thought of Spring approaching gave Kazimir some sort of comfort, but even so, the nice weather did little to alleviate the pain shooting up through his legs and into his back. On this journey alone, his body endured so bunch damage, and his legs felt as if they were about to collapse. Slowly, he sat himself on the wet, muddy ground and leaned against a tree. It was still bright out, but he was in desperate need of sleep. He could let himself rest for just a few hours, then he’d be on his way again.
The weather wasn’t so bad now. When Kazimir escaped, it was subzero and there was a blizzard, and it felt as if all life would freeze to death at any moment. While it was still cool out, the weather reached a comfortable temperature and most of the snow dried up. It must have been the early days of Spring. The thought of Spring approaching gave Kazimir some sort of comfort, but even so, the nice weather did little to alleviate the pain shooting up through his legs and into his back. On this journey alone, his body endured so bunch damage, and his legs felt as if they were about to collapse. Slowly, he sat himself on the wet, muddy ground and leaned against a tree. It was still bright out, but he was in desperate need of sleep. He could let himself rest for just a few hours, then he’d be on his way again.