Sanctuary! Sanctuary!

Joshua walked towards church grounds, his brow drenched in the salty water called sweat and his body sheding crimson tears. While walking through the island, he was brutally outnumbered by rouge mutants. He fought them all off but this time he wasn't so lucky and couldn't come out unscathed. The hospital was too far off and he needed to rest. If he walked more he feared the cold break of death and that wasn't something he was going to accept. He took in large breaths and he slumped to the ground and blood and sweat began to become one liquid all together. He needed help.