𝐻𝑜𝓌'𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒?

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I was walking around the woods when I spotted a river. Perfect for dinner. I know Tripp did tell me I was allowed to stay I thought It felt rude when I was gone all day and then have the audacity to eat their food. So I make other arrangements.

I take out my machete that once belonged to Luke and I crouch down near the river and stay there very quietly, not moving a inch. As soon as I got the momentum of the fish and where it would typically go, I got ready to impale it. Hand raised with machete in it, I waited for the perfect time.

I lower my hand faster than I can think and it hits the fish right into its head, making it die fast and not end up in pain. "Sorry buddy, I hope you had a wonderful life." I will never get use to the killing. It never gets easier and it never stops eating me away every second of the day.

I then grab some wood, sticks, rocks, and paper from my pocket. Once I have it all set up I use my liter and start having a camp fire. I also don't generally like eating in camp, it's not like I got along with everyone or anyone in that matter. All socializing does is make you have feelings towards that being and slowly get attached, just so one of you can die one day and the other be even more miserable. Yet I still can't help myself, feeling lonely is so tiring.

I sit there letting the fish cook above the fire and let my mind go. Everything that has happened most of it is my fault. My mind goes back to my parents. What if there is a way to stop it? Think about it, it's almost like a virus or a sickness. Every sickness has a cure and medication. It's just hard to find one now that everyone is infected.

Everyday it's like this, it never stops. The blaming, the feeling sorry, the memories, and not to mention the pain. I was always in pain before this whole thing started and now it just gets worse. It's not even pain anymore, more like darkness. A never ending void of darkness.

My mind wondered off to Clementine, I always saw her as a younger sister. Even though our parents hated each other. She was my responsibility and I let her down. What if she's one of those things, because of me. I roll my eyes and look up from the ground to check on the fish. It looks just done, I start eating and finish just before the sunset. That's been one my specialties since this whole thing started, I've always been good with time and the feeling of the weather.

I run over to one of my cliff spots near camp and see the herd. That actually came a lot faster than I thought, way to go assholes. I've never really stuck with a name I called them, but I think assholes suite them best. I sigh, if I'm seeing this then so can Tripp he's gonna close the doors soon and I don't think it's gonna be another lucky night.

I carefully and quickly start running back to camp, with this whole running thing I've gotten really good at it. I run faster than most the people I know, which is a good thing cause all I need to do is just be faster than them. I see the camp doors start to close when all of a sudden I fall down a hill. I didn't know I was that high up. I stop rolling when my right arm hits a tree. Everything is so dizzy, I can't see anything straight. "You're not going out this way, figure your shit out or you're dead meat. C'mon." I stop talking when all I can is just breath through the pain. As I'm lifting myself away from the tree I see a branch that went through my arm. I broke the branch off the tree and left the other half in my arm.

I got up using the help of my left arm and winced in pain as I ran to the doors. "Y/n?! I thought you came inside earlier, and why the fuck is your arm bleeding?!" I ignored him as I barely made it through the gates. I hear people banging on the gate but ignore it, that's Tripp's job. I run inside and go to a medic, "Hey Eleanor just the woman I wanted to see." She looks up from her patient to me then back to her patient. "Go on y/n what do you want to complain about?"

"Ah girl c'mon I don't complain that much." She looks up at me again and give me an 'are you serious' kind of look. I ignore her and continue, "Well I was hoping you could rip this branch out of my arm before I bleed more, but if you're busy I can just pull it out myself." She stops checking her patients bandage and rushes over to me, "Where?"
"Well, just a hunch, it could  be the part where you can see the branch sticking out and I'm dripping blood everywhere." She ignores my sarcasm, but understood my answer. I take off my jacket and machete, more blood dripping and groaning in pain coming from me.