Looking up at the sky, the man saw that it was starting to darken. The air was starting to gain a moisture scent to it. ’It’s going to rain…’ he thought to himself before he walked down the street. Hoping that he could make his way home before it started to pour. It would explain why his scars started to burn earlier. The moisture in the air had already started to affect him to the point where it was already harder for him to breathe.
Sighing softly, he dug around in his long trench coat hoping to find his cloth as he could already start to taste blood at the back of his throat. Once he found it, the man coughed, hacking up any blood that had found its way into his remaining lung.
Shoulders trembled as he started to wheeze, trying to get his breathing back to normal.
Or, at least as normal for a man that was missing his one lung and most of his respiratory system being all but destroyed. That fight, it had taken so much out of him that day and still bothe