Sequoia Coast crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace

Open for anyone, either save him, kill him, or leave him to die. ;) Set right on the shoreline, maybe between SB and AS.

The sun had begun to rise behind him as he had sank onto the sandy shores before the ocean. Sides heaving with exhaustion, the pain near unbearable as it radiated from his swollen hind leg. That damnable coywolf had gotten ahold of him and he had paid the price when he had made it through so much. From there on out, things had become so increasingly difficult that he suffered more than he thought were imaginable. It had been days since that event and it had taken him literal days to press as far as he thought he could away from the wolves altogether. His efforts to find his comrades was purely in vain; they hadn't made themselves known, let alone allowed themselves to be discovered easily.

Not that he could have tracked them now; he was too consumed by the pain in his body and the ever constant hunger in his gut. But the anger that had burned through him had dwindled to nothing more than an ember, ready to be snuffed out. In a way, his life was beginning to seem very much the same way. He stretched out on the shoreline uneasily, prone completely on one side. Twister did not have much will left to pick himself and keep going, let alone enough willpower to move himself to somewhere more secluded.

rise against — collapse (post-amerika)