'Fuck! ' I grunt, collapsing against a wall for the fourth time in a row, arms gingerly squeezed around my middle at the feeling of my ribs rubbing together. ' 'This is the worst ' ' I whine into dusty brick, sweaty forehead no doubt leaving a weird mark on it.

My fucken knees hurt (I 'm never gonna be able to wear these pants again, between the blood and the distinct lack of material around my knees), my left hand hurts and my wrist clicks every time I move it, my head is throbbing and a whole slew of other issues are ruining my ability to get to the plaza. Or the palace? Was I supposed to go to the palace..?

I 'll find out when I fucking get there.

I groan again and push off the wall. My head is spinning and I 'm 80% sure I 've got a concussion or some shit.

I barely make it down another street before my useless goddamn feet trip on fucking NOTHING and I tip forward with no hope of saving myself from an ungraceful faceplant.