Survival.

He moved awkardly down the tunnel using only sight and smell to find a way out. The pulsating laborious pains searing through his legs made it hardly possible to walk impossible to concentrate.
A large object appeared before him, blocking his beleagered flight, his heart began to beat faster his stomach ached with adrenalin. He knew he must jump or give up there was no way back. The smell of putrid water was getting stronger and stronger.
Balance was now an impossibility his only hope had become a trail of sinnue an unravelled fleshy reminder of survival.
SURVIVE screamed his instict as he pushed deep into the pain to pull him out of this nightmare. His legs buckelled, feet strained and through a sea of pain and nausea he flung his dying body upwards catching the summit of the slippy object where he hung.
Pulling fiercely as seconds felt like minutes untill he could twist round his legs in a bizzarre acrobatic motion, eventually he lay flat almost unconsious with the heat of light blazing through his skull.
Then everything went black.

” Ah look ! Can you see a cat down there? “
Lets see . Yes lets pull it out. Oh my god its barely alive.
Poor thing, someone must have pushed him down after they cut off his tail
What kind of animal would do such a thing? “

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