Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-31749612-20170601225837

''Whiskey popped out of the top of the water and took the deepest breath he could as his head went back under the water. He was lucky enough to land in the river, but getting out of it would be a whole different story...''

''Mek's words echoed through out Whiskey's mind as he tried frantically to grab onto something to help himself get out of the river... But no luck. Even worse, he was in the middle of the river as he continued to launch down it...''

''Eventually, he managed to grab a part of a tree that had fallen over... Though his grip would be a bit weak as he could only hold onto to it with his right hand... Or his good hand, but it was only one hand after all.''

''He then couldn't think... The fear... The guilt... The sadness... The shock... The adrenaline... It was all too much. His eyes remained wide, and luckily, no water could hit his eyes due to his goggles. He was already cold, and very vulnerable as he held onto the branch.''

''He had to rely on somebody else to help him... Since he couldn't pull himself up. It would hurt too much to use his injured hand, and he couldn't do it with one hand... His fate was left in someone else's hands.''

''He started trembling and his hands were shaking... He could feel the blood coming from his wounds on his arm... But he didn't care. His eyes were wide in fear as he struggled to hold on and keep his head out of the water... But it was the best he could hope for... For now anyway.''