Inside a dark forest. 

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Fear. Shit loads of it. That is what I'm feeling right now. Why? Well, maybe because I am a simple villager being chased by a pack of ugly and smelly goblins. So, why am I in a forest being chased by these angry green fuckers? The thing is my friend, female by the way, is sick and needs some oregan herbs. Of course, I wanted to look cool and dependable so I volunteered to get the herbs in the nearby forest. Things are relatively easy at first actually, I found the herbs easily because they are not so rare. But my adventurous side kicked off and I tried to go a little deeper in the forest. 

Which obviously did not go too well.  

"FUUUCK!!!" My feet hurt like a bitch. I have gashes on my face, legs, and forearms due to running past thorny bushes. I turned my head and saw that the ugly greenskins are still hot on my tail, screaming and waving their nasty looking improvised weapons around. And I also learned that running in a forest without looking at where you are going is a very stupid idea. I fucking tripped on a tree root and face planted myself on the ground. I spit out the dirt and leaves in my mouth and tried to stand up but I felt a stinging pain on my left foot. I think I sprained my ankle. Well shit, the goblins are almost here. I hastily assessed my situation. All I have on me is the pouch where I put the oregon grass and a strip of jerky which I brought to snack on. 

In other words, I'm seriously fucked, no weapon and I've sprained an ankle. 

I frantically looked around to find a makeshift weapon, luckily I found a sturdy looking fallen branch on the ground. Shit, the murderous midgets reached me. I hastily swiped the branch and whacked the nearest goblin on the side on the head. I heard a crack, not sure if it came from the goblin's skull or my branch. Anyways the little fucker is down, three more to go. The remaining goblins looked enraged and they rushed at me at the same time.  

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I could almost hear my own heartbeat when the adrenaline kicked in. I smashed my makeshift club to the goblin on my right. Its forehead caved in and it died immediately. I did not have time to celebrate my kill as the goblin on my left whacked my arm. I dropped my weapon because of the pain, but I grabbed the fucker's throat and crushed its windpipe. It resulted in one dead goblin and nasty claw marks on my left hand. I dropped the dead goblin and eyed the remaining one. This one looks bigger and meaner, it also has a rusted hatchet. The others just used makeshift weapons, so I assume this is the boss and the dead ones are its lackeys. 

We just glared at each other for a few seconds, but then the goblin lost its patience and lunged at me. I frantically evaded the hatchet, but shit, my ankle is sprained. I was unable to move on time and the blade dug into my left thigh. 

"FUCKKK!!!" The blade dug halfway into my flesh, almost reaching the bone. And also, I noticed that all my injuries are on the left side of my body. Why the fuck is that? I gritted my teeth and slugged the green ugly in the face. It toppled backward, and I inhaled sharply as I removed the hatchet from my thigh. The goblin is trying to get up but I planted my uninjured foot on its chest and brought down the hatchet on its ugly face. A couple of times actually. I did not stop until its head became a mushy soup of blood and brains. 

"Fuuu..." I exhaled loudly feeling very lightheaded. I tried to adjust my posture but my knees gave out and I fell on my back. I just stared at the faint sunlight slipping through the gaps of the forest canopy as I lose consciousness.