Submitted by Akon on Sun, 2011-07-17 10:30
Akon's bloodied hand grasps the opening to the healers den's door. She is curled over, her other hand cluching her middle, wet with red liquid leeking down her armor. She barely manages to get out a few words, straining as she said. "Stay off....the roads...outside of the..walls..." She then collapses, eyes falling back into her head, and her body going limp.