Twisted ankle
Mike yelled out in pain, stating that his ankle was hurt. He would be able to move, he thought. But it would be more limping than walking. “What is this place, man? It’s like its boobytrapped.” Brody sighed as he pulled his friend out of the hole. Were they making the right choice in following whoever that man was? They were heading deeper into the unknown. And with Mike’s busted ankle, they felt more and more exposed.
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