He might as well have been mauled.

Blood adorned his body, spotting his pale skin like grotesque watercolours soaking into a blemished canvas. Dirt mixed into the congealed crimson, guaranteeing infection. His head lolled limply to his chest, with the occasional weak twitch.

It only was due you’d stumble upon the gruesome scene, and only due you’d fear for his mortality in this state.