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When Alphonse wakes up, he feels numb and empty, like he’s missing a big part of himself. When he looks over to his right to see his older brother lying next to him unconscious, missing two of his limbs, and in a large pool of blood he begins to panic. He tries to stand up only to find that he couldn’t move his arms or legs, or anything for that matter. He attempts just a twitch of a finger or toe, but finds he can’t even feel the appendages. This revelation only makes him freak out more as he watches helplessly as his older brother regains consciousness and starts slowly dragging himself out the door, leaving a thick trail of blood in his wake. Al tries to call out to his older brother, but to no avail, as his voice does not seem to want to cooperate with him. He watches as his brother disappears from sight, leaving him lying on the floor paralyzed, unable to move or call out for help.
Al stays there on the cold hard floor within his and his brother’s house, trying desperately to move his body and follow the trail of red. After hours of endless trying, he began to see the early signs of the morning begin to show. With the light of the early morning sun, Al takes a deep breath, or at least he thinks he does, wait, he can’t breathe either? How was he still alive? Either way, he tries not to dwell on this, and tries again with renewed vigor to get up, move, anything. The light of the early morning sun seeming to give him hope as the rays pierce through the darkness of the room he lay in.
It started with a twitch, then a shudder before he was able to roll over and right himself on the slightly dusty floor. He still couldn’t feel anything though, and tries to look down at himself to see why, only to find out h couldn’t move his head. It was like all of his joints were locked together forcing him to move his entire body at once, or not at all. He found this to be just slightly concerning, but put it off for the time being, having much more important things to attend to at the moment. Alphonse slowly, but surely began to hobble his way out the door, following the dark trail of dried blood, certain it would lead him to his, hopefully, alive older brother.