2022-08-16 15:48:23Sixty three years ago…
I can’t see. What’s going on?
Am I dead?
No, I don’t think so, that’s good at least…
I can’t open my eyes. What’s up with that?
I can’t feel my arms… How about my legs…? No, nothing.
Something feels coarse around my body. Wait, I feel something? That’s good. I’m definitely alive.
Where am I?
…Who… am I?
I can’t seem to remember. I don’t think now is the time to worry about that. I have to figure of what to do, why I can’t move and where I am.
With the coarse texture of what has enveloped around me, which could probably be what’s keeping me pinned. I think I’m buried under something, sand.
How long have I been under here?
And why am I not dead, let alone not suffocating?
Okay how is this happening? That’s good—Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining or anything but… Is this even possible?
That’s the least of my problems now. Since I am alive it stands to reason that I must find a way out of this grave… but how, if I can’t even move my anything?
I’ll have to keep trying.
Let’s give it another go.
Now that I know there is lots of sand on me opening my eyes and mouth wouldn’t be a good idea, as if I can anyway.
My arms… No go.
Legs… Nope.
What do I do now? I wonder how long I can stay here without suffocating. Wait, am I even breathing?
Yeah. I think I am… yeah. Wait, how is it possibly to breath underground? Makes no sense… You know what, I don’t even want to know how it’s possible under the compact compost let alone alive.
…!!!
My hand just moved…! Yeah, it did. But I didn’t… I didn’t move it, at least I wasn’t thinking of moving it. Did I do it subconsciously? No… Damn it…! I still have no control.
They move again, so did my legs…
The sand feels aggressive over my skin. I’m moving? Crawling perhaps? Right now it feels like I’m swimming.
I don’t feel any pain of sorts, just the coarse feeling. I don’t have to worry about that now.
I have to face the fact that something else has control of my body and I’m just a passenger… I don’t think I should be worried right now about my body moving without my volition, at the very least I’m making progress and I will soon be out of this current predicament then I can move on to solving the next with focus…
The crushing weight of the sand is starting to lessen. I think I’m almost to the surface.
How long have I been stuck down here…?
My right hand feels light. Has it broken through to the surface?… Yes…!
My upper body is going up…
It makes it out after my left joins the right and pull me up.
I don’t remember anything from my past, where I am but is this how the world is supposed to look like?
I opened my eyes only to see I was standing in the middle of a seemingly unending ocean of sand, a landscape I am unfamiliar with.
What happened here?
It’s not a question to ask giving the fact I can’t remember anything. My mind is a complete blank, almost blank but the decrepit rusted metal construct is in ruins and by the looks of it I’m sure something happened, well, I think so.
But, where am I?
Who am I?
What is this place?
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 16
… Above watching the ongoing battle. The mage with the mercantile smile stood in his deep brown Sith robe. The ground was little with corpses and dismembered corpses. Blood stained sands that had soaked and drained the life of those that fell. The two sides, one side the majority of therianthropes and the other humans, clash letting loose their savagery on each other. It was a gruesome sight where swords clash, severing and disemboweling of the clashing races alike. An observer would question the necessity of the savagery. In a would were there was on the expanse of desert, who knew whether there would be another settlement other than that of the two sides. So why did they not cooperative to increase their chances of survival in this cruel new world? The answer is basic: Superiority of species. One with the stronger physique wanted to declare themselves master, and the other with smarts wanted for control. So
Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 15
“Are you okay.” I look to where her voice came. Chika had somehow gotten herself out of the binding around her arm. When I glanced it seemed like it was cut. And in her hand was a very small knife, I’m sure she tucked it somewhere they wouldn’t find. She was checking on the two, cutting their bindings. I took a step to move closer. “Ugh…” I thought it would take a while to kick in. I finally got to relax seeing everything was fine, but immediately I did. I felt pain grip my entire body. My grip turned slippery from the blood that was slipping from the gunshot wound on my shoulder, and from the one that wasn’t mine. If that was all then I could deal with it, it would probably healed after a while. Aside from the nicks and cuts. I got careless back there. True, with this new found strength and reflexes you could do much, but when your are under fire it’s easy to be blindsided that was it. And that was what happ
Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 14
“… I’m here to collect my friends. And I wouldn’t hesitate to cut anyone down anyone who stands in my way!” I say as I straightened my poster, walking. “Intruder at the entrance. Men down.” … “Don’t let him in. Do whatever it takes to put him down.” I could hear the distressed voices of the men in this place. They were scrambling to get here. And those that were already close by were let lose bullets. From long before I’ve known them to be rather conservative of their ammunition, after all, the amount would be so little. But it still rained. I weaved through the debris, walls, and any cover as they closed in with cover fire. Those that chose close combat with their machetes and knives were cut down by the scythe. I closed in one by one on their gunners taking them out and moving away before I got pinned. Why? Why? Why? Why do I feel like this? Despite the rage in me, hypocritical, it may be, why
Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 13
“I’d appreciate it if you could get on with it.”“… Absolutely. Brest is his name.”Why do I get the feeling the sound of his name is exactly how he looks?“Who is he? What is his role in all this?”“The same for anyone in his position. A seat. Somewhere to belong, to hold authority.”“… I don’t get it. He’s already made his way into the top brass of that opposition faction, I assume, so why the need for more power.”Not just anyone could make it into the elites, in this case faction heads. He has to have something they need and is of the same mindset.“… Show me a person who has no greed and I will show you a world without without suffering…”Greed? In this situation do I seem to have that?… I guess. Despite having Amara, a unique to existence, I still wanted for Chika. Is that greed or lust. And then the fact, though not my own, I preferred her to be the one in control. Dose that also count.“… What do you think a desperate man would do, if you were in his situation?” He as
Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 12
When the sun got over the horizon, I got out of Chika’s place. Using the Scythe as support I dragged my aching body towards the settlement. Damn it! My whole body hurts like hell. Despite it only being sunrise the settlement is bustling. The hunt must have already been gathered and people where already up to collect their ration for the day. Technically there should be enough to ration them for months if the meat is cured, but with the time it took to cure and the amount of people that came in occasionally the daily hunts were mostly shared daily until the ones in stores was cured. I’m somewhat a familiar figure around here. Draped in a cloak, much better from the very first tarp I used, though it was old. They knew of the relation I had with Chika and the fact I was one of those who hunted most people stayed cleared of me. Then there’s the rumor about the scythe. Something about the weapon being cursed and me being a dangerous and cruel character, That really hurt my feeling, you
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