The Living Dead City

CREEEEEAAAAK

The sound that followed was that of bones being shattered to pieces as Ryuk landed heavily on the ground. Blood rushed out from his lips.

"Ah... ahh..."

"Ahh... ah..."

Layered breaths escaped his lips as he struggled to keep his heart beating, trying not to be completely drowned by the pain that seared not just his body but his very soul.

Right now, there were various missing parts on him—severed legs, severed hands, a ripped-open jaw, exposed ribs.

There was almost no difference between him and an eaten animal—except he was alive and still struggling to live.

'I... have to... move... to know where... I am!' Ryuk thought, urgency laced in his voice.

He had finally stopped falling and landed somewhere, but in his battered state, he couldn't see where he was. And with danger lurking in every corner until now, he knew he needed to stand up.

"Isha..."

"Isha?"

"System?"