I start limping. I need to get away far far away. The hours blurred. The time... I have no idea about. My blood is dripping. My legs were shaky. I can barely breathe. I need to rest, but should I? I look around. I'm out of the decayed lands. I'm out of the swamp. So theoretically, I should be safe. I feel my wounds. I hiss at the pain. I almost let out a yelp. I see a little engrave rock surrounded by pushes. It's the perfect hiding place. I limp over and push through the bushes. I fall to my knees. I'm exhausted. I rest my back on the rock. I let out a breath. 

What do I do now? My wounds are deep. At least they're not infected. I don't have the eye. The eye is cursed. It's something horrifying. It's a corruption. A disease. A curse. I grip my shoulder. I feel the blood. I feel my breath. It's raspy and shattered. I can barely keep my eyes open. I just need to......