Melissa Merchant

Ground Ops: Turkey

Fuchsia tinted light flooded his eyes as he blinked the blood from his eyes. A cautious and trembling hand ran over his brow and quickly found the fresh split in his skin. For all the blood, it was bright crimson, shining in the sunbeams breaking through behind him as he moved it about his fingers. He needed to cleanse the wound and attempt to suture it if he had any hope of making it back to base. Pulling himself to a seated position in the middle of the room, Raziel could see that he was still inside the library; well, what was left of it. A few of the bookshelves were still smoldering, slowly succumbing to their fate of charcoal and ash.