The noise reminded me of firecrackers going off on the Fourth of July. A series of small explosions that echoed around me. I'd only begun to look up, when I was struck on the head, and to be cliché, had my world go black on me.
A line of lava seemed to be running down my head, as I stirred. I opened my eyes, the colors and shapes blurring around me before snapping into focus. I winced closing my eyes. Too bright. I struggled, gasping for breath as I tried to push myself up off my stomach, to move my arm to touch my aching head, but I was prevented. Cautiously opening my eyes against glare of the sun against the rocks, I cautiously twisted my head aware of the streak of lava there. Injured there. I groaned softly, working to not hyperventilate. Rocks. Debris. Pinning me down. Trapped.
I was trapped! Alone. In the middle of nowhere.
-Inspiration from reading an article about an arch partially collapsing. Musing about what would have happened had someone been under it.
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