Chapter 8
Wake Up
Bruce lay on the floor, knocked out cold. He could feel his heart pulsing, but he couldn't open his eyes or move his limbs. All the pain had gone numb. The only thing he could think of was his massive headache. Bruce started to try to calm himself down, but the thoughts of death, pain and suffering kept him panicked. Was he dead? Was the god dead? No, Bruce hadn't even touched the god. The world was already dead apart from Bruce and Pneumono. Bruce suddenly remembered Pneumono. He forced himself to wake up. He opened his eye with an overly painful motion. He tried to sit up but failed miserably. He lay there, on the floor, surrounding himself with thoughts. Thoughts of Pneumono, the god, his old friends, the fact that the god didn't turn him into glitter.
After about an hour of pondering, Bruce summoned the strength to sit up. Once he was up onto his feet, he looked around to see that he had only trashed the living room more. Bruce couldn't see the god anywhere. "They must've left." Bruce said, expressing his thoughts out loud. Bruce couldn't put his finger on why the god would just leave him there and kill every other creature on Earth. Bruce thought if anything that he or anyone he knew had done anything that might offend the gods of bananas, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened before the apocalypse. Bruce stumbled towards the door, but as soon as he took one step, all the pain rushed back into him, his stomach, his head and most of all his shoulder. Bruce looked over to his left and realised that the knife was still implanted in his shoulder. He tried to move his arm, but most of the muscles had been severed, rendering the arm useless until it was healed, and that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Seeing as pulling the knife out, would only cause more bleeding and pain, Bruce left it in. Blood poisoning would be the least of Bruce's concerns. He stumbled to the doorway, in search of Pneumono.