"Ugh… I think I'm broken."
Henry groaned as he struggled to get to his side. He was covered in bruises with parts of his gear torn in various places.
Looking around, he noticed his surroundings were completely covered in grey mist, hindering his senses. He could barely see two meters in front of him.
"George?" He called softly, turning his head around to find his partner. "Where are you?"
"I-I'm here…"
A reply came from his right. It was faint, barely loud enough to be caught by a normal person's ears. He turned his head over with a sigh of relief and tried to get back up.
"Mm!"
Another groan escaped his lips as he fell back down. Looking below his waist, he noticed his left leg was broken and bleeding through his attire.
"Fucking hell." Henry lay on his back, his elbows supporting his upper body. He looked towards the direction of his partner. "Give me a minute, George. My leg is broken."
