Motto didn’t notice it at first.  He assumed the silent numb sensations or lack thereof were another wave of nausea.  But it worsened and panic began to set in.  His attempt to grip the reigns tighter did nothing to secure his hold on them and Motto wondered if he was even in his wagon anymore.  A confused grunt escaped him as the black nothing seemed to take him and play with him..was he swept up in it somehow?  Floating?<br/><br/>Scrambling to find a handhold or footing, the former hunter touched nothing and cried out in alarm.  Was he turning?  Was he lost?  A dull thud met his ears and Motto was thankful.  There was ground somewhere by the sound of it.  The wagon’s creaking continued the whole while, an unusual groan of it’s wheels made him think that perhaps it was straining to roll over a large rock.  An unnerving crack was heard and Motto reached out to get himself to something.. anything.  Horses hooves sounded louder now and almost as if they passing above him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Help!  I’m ….caught by something.  Guys..”</span>Motto tasted blood and struggled to breathe.  The darkness was consuming him and more awful snapping noises accompanied the sound of wagons passing over him.  Motto coughed and heard himself wheezing in a terrible way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Someone ..help me..”</span><br/><br/>The darkness took him.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/6AC0ONf.jpg">[ img ]</a>