100 Word Challenge 28/5/18

The sun has risen in a red sky. It had been raining all morning, and the downfall had washed away the spilt blood of the recent scuffle. I lie wincing on the muddy outskirts of a hostile village, hidden from the enemies sight. Last night they sliced deep into my thigh with their weapons, and blood is still seeping from the wound even now. Through muffled shrieks, I untie my makeshift tourniquet and firmly press my hands against the wound. Flinching, pain shoots up my body and a shriek escapes my mouth. My shriek turns into a whimper, and accept that that red dawn would be the last I’ll ever see.