Blood Thirsty Times

Nearing a village, I sped up my pace, perhaps with too much ambition. Three men came running towards me, weapons in hand. I didn't know what to do, so I stopped, dead in my tracks. They didn't. They kept running towards me, as the guy in front was in a close enough span, he brought down his mace to my shoulder with one almighty blow. I fell, hit the hard rock ground, tasted the dirt in my mouth. I was to afraid to move, to get up, so I just laid there. I wept, I wept for my life, for my pain and for her.
I fell once more, but this time, it was into a world of darkness, with no sight or sound.