JoGoose

Gun, With Occasional Pony CH 5 In Which the Plot Thickens I'm not sure how long I was unconscious. I hoped it was a long time, because this was the closest thing I'd gotten to sleep in a day and a half. I think my first thought upon opening my eyes was something along the lines of, 'Oh, I'm still alive. That's nice,' and then regretting the fact that I wasn't dead because of the pain. My everything hurt. I had pain on top of my pain, and that pain was renting houses to other pains who wanted to move up in the world. It was dark inside what remained of the elevator; the doors were crumpled and ruined, letting a small amount of pale light