Finally, he reached the deeper shadow. Rather than an alcove, it was more like a depression left after the wall collapsed, with debris and wood piled up, barely enough to accommodate his huddled body. He almost rolled in, and the movement involved his chest. A sharp pain made his eyes darken, and he almost fainted.
He panted against the cold gravel, each inhalation feeling like he was swallowing a razor blade. The smell of blood in his throat became stronger. He resisted the urge to cough and only dared to breathe in the smallest possible way. The darkness and pain intertwined, giving him the illusion that he was being slowly swallowed by this corner.
This place is indeed more secluded than the previous location. At least there are shaky wooden beams overhead, casting deeper shadows. He adjusted his posture slightly to make himself more comfortable, but accidentally touched a loose brick.
"Clang..."
A soft sound was particularly harsh in this dead silence.
