How long he had been waiting... He lost track.

He barely even know how he kept himself alive.

Leg snapped, broken. Left to hang either upsidedown or sitting on the ladder, no way to get back up easy, and the way down a little too far.

Half the time, he was upside down. Easier on him a tad... At least he could get a decent view.

But months like that... Upside down, a small bladder... Blood loss... One can imagine the filth festering.

About a month in, he had finally gained at least an ounce of strength to climb.

Exhausted... Pained... He wishes heavily for his own demise, praying to some god up above to take him right back to his parents......

And yet, no mercy comes.

No water, no food... He had rationed the best he could, but... Well, he ran out and by now it was down to drinking piss. (But... Well, if that would be what it took..)

Perhaps... If he stabs himself with his kukri... He'll respawn better...?