Gods Can't Save You Now

ooc: Set directly after the Creed x Vi fight - anyone is welcome though preferably a healer. Feel free to power play him a bit if you want.

He ran as best as he could away from the pines, past the horror that had taken place, as far as he could go. His wound throbbed painfully and the movement was only causing it to bleed more but he didn't care. He had to find someone to help his dad. His voice was hoarse from howling and he the dizziness was beginning to get worse, but he couldn't give up now. He let out one last long howl, as loud as he could muster, before he collapsed in a bloodied heap. He was panting and doing his best to keep it together, but he couldn't stop the sense of dread that overcame him. No one was coming to help, they should have heard his calls. Someone should be here by now. Panic welled up in his chest as he laid in the snow. His neck hurt, he could barely think straight, and his vision was beginning to blacken around the edges. Finally he couldn't choke back his feelings anymore and he felt himself beginning to break down. He hated it here now - it'd forever be stained with this memory. His dad was going to die and it was his fault. Why did he have to come here by himself. Creed had come here because of him and all of this was because of him. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought. No one was coming and his dad was gonna die in vain cause he was stuck here, alone, without anyone knowing where he or Creed were and he was bleeding out from his neck cause he got stupid. Finally the thoughts ceased as he felt his hold on consciousness slip. Walk, "Talk" Think