Standing there battered and bloodied, Hobbs weakly clutched a club in his hands. He breathed hevily while gritting his teeth in an attempt to ignore the pain he was enduring. The pain continued to get worse for Hobbs as he tried to stand there defiantly. Just when the pain seemed to be getting unbearable, it suddenly vanished….only to have Hobbs drop that bat he so desperately clutched to and fall backwards. Hobbs barely had the strength to continue to breath. The only signs he was still drawing breath was the sound of a slight wheeze that Hobbs made with each breath. Looking upward to the soft blue sky , Hobbs focused on the clouds as they drifted by. For the first time in a long while, Hobbs felt……..comfortably numb…….like all the knocks he’d taken up to this point didn’t matter anymore. "y....yeah.....I’m so done right now.....done with this shit...." Hobbs muttered with low content rusty voice. "I.....I’m gonna need……. a vacation after this....."


Dont worry Hobbs is fine XD. This picture is a representation of the past few months for me. 2017 started rocky but its slowing down now finally.

Awesome art by  cake-fox
 gunstar_1 helped out with the description
Hobbs belongs to  mchobbit