A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 35

[Finally, the tears for his father, for his lost friends, the daily struggles, for every time he felt like he wasn’t going to make it, for every time he had to see his mother struggle, for his family, for Keisha – fell from his eyes and run red with blood. He will never recover from this and for this thought he no longer considered himself among the living. ]

2012

The impact with the soil was far less painful than Daniels thought it would be. The inside of his head is ringing like a church bell and his vision is blurred to the point where everything is golden yellow and white blur. The sound of the USEG stealth chopper under fire from Dr. Smart quickly fades into the morning silence. Daniels concedes himself to lay there in the dirt crater he has created in hopes that the ringing in his head will stop and that his vision is restored. He dares not to even attempt to stand as he is sure his legs are probably broken and shattered.

The near silence of the morning is disturbed only by the sound of the wind blowing the tall grass and causing the trees to wave eerily overhead. Daniels marvels at the fact that the only thing he can distinguish in the blur of his vision is the difference between the ground and the sky. The white haze succumbs to a blue haze of the distant horizon so long as he is not starring to the east, directly facing the sun or at one of the surrounding trees that create a rather disturbing amorphous blob of a shape in his field of view.

Slowly, the ringing subsides and Daniel’s vision begins to fade back to sharpness. It is simplistically amazing to watch the individual blades of grass slowly come into focus for Daniels. The sight, he frankly believes is beautiful. With all the destruction that has come around him it is amazing to see something be “created”.

Marveling at the ground doesn’t allow Daniels the opportunity to hear Carl approaching.
“I was sure you were going to be a nice pile of paste with some useful weapons and maybe a damaged but still usable radio.”

“Got damn…” Daniels mumbles under his breath before attempting to rise and defend himself. His attempts however, are met with failure as his legs refuse to follow the orders his brain is sending them. Carl laughs hysterically at Daniels’ failed attempt to get up and walks over to taunt him further but is stopped in his tracks when he notices the mangled appendages begin to straighten themselves out.