Burnt

Being set on fire sucks, like if I had more self reflection I'd probably stop setting people on fire. But since I don't like to think of anything beyond the immediate issue I have no issue continuing my record of burning my way through life (look when all you have is fire and necromancy everything looks like uhh stuff that burns or something you can take the life of... kind of lost that joke there). All of this to say when I pulled myself out of the ditch I was very hurt, the burns on my body were all over my right arm, the flesh was cracked and sensitive to touch. I wasn't even that badly burned but man alive did that shit hurt like no other.

I was actually surprised no one came along the road we were traveling, but apparently we were in the middle of nowhere when we got attacked and so no one happened to be traveling the road, which made getting any kind of help really difficult. Not that there would have been a lot of people willing to help a dude walking along a road all burned up carrying a sword and pistol (I insisted I bring my sword since I'd been going without it recently and things have been going awful without it, not that it apparently helped). I eventually found a small farm with a water trough and availed myself of the dirty water to cool my burning flesh. Which helped, but because the water was dirty I was basically inviting all kinds of infections. I also ran afoul of the farmer who was none to pleased to see me on his property and greeted me with a shotgun.

"Git." Now I was not happy to be in the situation I was in, but I was also unhappy with an asshole with a shotgun trying to simply get rid of me instead of offering to help me.

"I'm sorry can you repeat that." He went to shoot in the air and I drew my pistol and blew off his foot. I'll admit this wasn't the most neighborly welcoming thing to do to someone, but he pointed a weapon at me and so he got what he had coming. Let this come as a lesson, when a wounded man with a weapon shows up at your place, be a bit more nicer to him than pointing a shotgun at him and telling him to leave.

The farmer was struggling with his wounded foot and I disarmed him and drug him back to his farm house. See I was nice gods damn it! I intended on helping him with his injury, but upon reaching the farm house his portly wife also had a shotgun pointed at my head.

"GIT!" I swear this was a family of dumb asses, and as all things go, this too got worse.