Miscellaneous

Word Count: 751 Mistakes had been made, there were so many mistakes that had been made and a slow hiss was coming from Salami's mouth. He was seated in the darkness of a cave for now, a large gash in his arms and he couldn't help but curse at his own stupidity. There were many types of injury this man has obtained over the years- and this kind? It was his least favorite because there was no one else that he could blame it on. He had been out walking in the quarries of bro...