Revolt Against The Odds An illuminated topaz sun blazing down to bake open cuts and exposed skin. Sweat percolates into his clothes while his chest falls and rises like a frightened rabbit. For what he sees as his last moments, Warren lets the radiating star above his head take his eyes, shutting them out with a blindness that he hopes will help him die quicker.
He's lying out on a road, some car far off in the distance, the one that decided to leave him here, dying. A feeling washes over him, it's a wave of pain and a throaty groan drips from his lips, muffled as he tips his flushed cheek to the roasting pavement. Eyes that open back up, just to trace the clouds and how round they are, and soon to be were.
When they move their way down, they scan his body. Sweat soaked Queen band shirt, loose dark jeans that hung up on his hips, he felt his blonde hair sticking to his forehead with almost adhesive perspiration. His hearing was already gone, his eyes were the only things left that could m