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dragonjournal) wrote2009-06-13 08:39 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2009-06-13 08:39 pm
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Finale
I made it back. The woman with the axe, and the mother didn't. I'm pretty sure that some of this blood spattering my armour is hers.
My arms are leaden, and I can barely walk. I can feel things sliding off this armour, and I'm too tired to take it off.
Aribeth and Fenthick walk amongst us, offering some sort of comfort. It's cold comfort. While the pounding stopped, there were so many...
I didn't know their names. I didn't bother to learn them, thinking that it wouldn't matter. We'd get to know them, later. We could trade stories, and hopes and dreams...
Not any longer.
I need to get out of my armour, and go hug my children. They're scared of the person I've become, of what I look like, having been battling for our lives. To a point, I resent it, wishing that something, anything could have prevented this.
But nothing could. I know that. This is no one's fault and laying blame just exhausts me further.
We're gathering, tonight, to talk, and tell stories. To share what little food and water we have, and attempt to survive through the night.
For now, I will take this one day at a time. Perhaps tomorrow will dawn and this will only be a bad dream. Perhaps, when the sun once again graces us, it will be all over, and this only a nightmare to be forgotten in the light of day.
I hope so.
Most of us are beginning to realise that night is coming, and we're all exhausted. Aribeth is attempting to set up a night watch.
I doubt even that could protect us from the horrors that we witnessed today. I hacked bodies to pieces, and tried not to look at the faces. I tried not to think that these could be my friends, or my family.
Some of those that fell, fell to remembered faces. None of the soul remained though. Animated flesh stalked us. We hacked them to pieces, hoping that none of this would be necessary later.
It's my turn at the showers. I doubt hot water will help scrub away the feeling of filth that I've got crawling on my skin, but it's a good place to start.
My arms are leaden, and I can barely walk. I can feel things sliding off this armour, and I'm too tired to take it off.
Aribeth and Fenthick walk amongst us, offering some sort of comfort. It's cold comfort. While the pounding stopped, there were so many...
I didn't know their names. I didn't bother to learn them, thinking that it wouldn't matter. We'd get to know them, later. We could trade stories, and hopes and dreams...
Not any longer.
I need to get out of my armour, and go hug my children. They're scared of the person I've become, of what I look like, having been battling for our lives. To a point, I resent it, wishing that something, anything could have prevented this.
But nothing could. I know that. This is no one's fault and laying blame just exhausts me further.
We're gathering, tonight, to talk, and tell stories. To share what little food and water we have, and attempt to survive through the night.
For now, I will take this one day at a time. Perhaps tomorrow will dawn and this will only be a bad dream. Perhaps, when the sun once again graces us, it will be all over, and this only a nightmare to be forgotten in the light of day.
I hope so.
Most of us are beginning to realise that night is coming, and we're all exhausted. Aribeth is attempting to set up a night watch.
I doubt even that could protect us from the horrors that we witnessed today. I hacked bodies to pieces, and tried not to look at the faces. I tried not to think that these could be my friends, or my family.
Some of those that fell, fell to remembered faces. None of the soul remained though. Animated flesh stalked us. We hacked them to pieces, hoping that none of this would be necessary later.
It's my turn at the showers. I doubt hot water will help scrub away the feeling of filth that I've got crawling on my skin, but it's a good place to start.