You try to walk. Yup, you can make it. The pain is starting to fade, but only a bit. You step over dead bodies. Once you have gotten past the barrier over bodies, you attempt to run. Pain overwhelms your body. Who cares. The queen needs you. "MY QUEEN! WHERE ARE YOU, MY QUEEN?" you yell. The silence is worse than the pain.
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