99 ways to die.

I always thought that I would have a quick death. As a matter of fact, I often thought of the proper way to die and in every scenarios, I can’t see anything else than something sudden. A blow of a sword slipping right from my heart to my head, cutting off the rest in a clean and precise fashion, a meaningless accident or a fucking light bolt burning the very life out of me.

I can’t help but to smile, as I lay dying, of how naive I was until this very morning, when this fucking snake bit off my face and neck. I feel sick to my stomach and my vision is getting blurry. If I could vomit I would... but my neck narrowing with every breath I draw. All I can do is trying to stay calm, as I watch in the clear blue sky, the sun shining down the desert.

Fuck.

I laid on its nest without realising it. When I saw him, I kicked him away. I should have killed him. I had it coming, probably. I lost my edge.

And everything that goes with it.