Third Person pov

   "IS THIS THE REAL LIFE?! IS THIS JUST FANTASY?! CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE.... NO ESCAPE FROM REALITY-!!!" Nazo shrieked horribly, dragging her body on the floor.
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   On the previous chapter, Nazo attempted to reach to the river by throwing her body off the tree causing her to break one of her legs, which was not really a good reason to throw herself off the tree. But she continued to drag her half-dead carcass for nearly 45 minutes already. The least she could do was pass some time with some shitty as- uh, good ol' singing.
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-Time skip-

"-BITCH, IMA KILL YOU! YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH ME-!" Nazo sang, still on the floor, attempting to drag herself, which then she stopped momentarily, and began to roll around for no apparent reason. Which led to her accidentally ramming herself in a tree....

-Another Time Skipper-

    "Dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dUN SAIL!" She sang, slamming her head on the floor in the process. She groaned discontently, wondering why in the hell she decided to do that and why it hurt her so much. She's done it so many times, accidentally and even purposely sometimes, it shouldn't even faze her. Maybe dragging herself around for more than half an hour was finally getting to her. This river must be really worth it.

   Nazo suddenly stopped, her ears perked in realization. 'No way.' She heard the sound of the shallow waters running calmly across its banks. She was getting closer to the river. And boy, was it exciting.

'Oh my- fucking...' She sniffled. And for some reason she began to cry. Nazo wasn't a big crier. She usually didn't cry at all. Stoic motherfucker she is. She probably was crying from excitement or some bull like that. She honestly didn't know why she was crying either.

But let's go back to the river. 'There it is!' She thought, wiping the fricken mucus rolling down her nose. 'The river!' She launched herself to the river, using all the force left in her unbroken leg, only to miss by an inch and face planted nicely in the gravely dirt. 

   "Mother trucking, son of a bitch. That HURTS!!!" She hissed loudly, rubbing her face aggravatedly. Letting out more strings of curse words and a huff, she finally dipped her slender fingers into the cool water, the water caressing her fingers gently.

     'Oh hell yeah.' She sighed contently. 'It was so worth it.' Her hand stroked softly against the water, soothing her hand's aches.

      Then suddenly she felt a surging feeling in her leg. At first, it felt warm but then it started stinging a bit. 'Ah man, did I make my leg worse by jumping?!' Not knowing what to do, she panicked and accidentally threw her body in the river.

Fearing that she would drown, she started to pump her legs though the water pushing herself up to the surface. 'Oh dear Lord if I drown...' She thought fearfully. It was a good thing the river wasn't to deep. Falling in the water with an injured leg and drowning wasn't on her to-do list. And she certainly didn't want to die by water. She loves water and all but drowning is possibly the one of the worst ways to die.

Drowning, starvation, getting burned alive, and dying on Black Friday are the worst ways to die. They fucking stink.

   Anyway, she resurfaced and pulled herself to the land using both her legs.
'Both my legs. She thought unconsciously. 'Both... my... LEGS! BOTH. MY. FUCKING. LEGS!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!' She panicked.

She looked at her legs and... They were both fine.  'Holy shit!' She thought exasperatedly. 'No way!' She tried getting up slowly, using a tree close to the river as support, and stumbled a bit but got the hang of it. "Yatta! I can walk again!" She said celebrating but immediately stopped.

'But how?'