Believe in Me [Joseph Seed/The Father - Far Cry 5]

6. Running Up That Hill

After climbing a barbed wire fence and sneaking past multiple cultist guards, I was running up the nearest hill. I was dodging trees left and right, as well as trying to keep my balance, which was kind of hard with my bag of guns slung across my shoulder. As I neared the top, I heard the cultists below me yelling...

"The sinner's up there! Get 'er!" A peggy screamed as he tried to climb the hill.

"We can't let her escape!" Another cultist called out as I heard a bullet hit a tree beside me.

And more shots were fired from all sorts of directions that luckily missed me.

"Don't shoot at her!" Joseph shouted wildly at his men. "She will come back to me." He told his followers calmly, barely able to make out his voice.

I ran and ran and ran up that hill until I stumbled upon a dirt road, and started running on it. After about five more minutes of continuous sprinting, and making sure there were no more cultists nearby, I slowed to a brisk walk until I could hitch a ride with a resistance member back to Fall's End... And at this point, I was so goddamn thirsty. The next time I see a body of water, I'm gonna drink some. I was beyond dehydrated and had little energy left, but I kept going.

I just wish I knew where my exact location is... Then I had an idea.

Dropping to my knees in the middle of the dirt road, I zipped open my bag of weapons and searched for my radio. Luck must've been on my side because I found it seconds later. With a sigh of relief, I turned on my CB and called out for help.

"Mary May, Jerome, Dutch... If anyone is out there, please let me know. I need help. Please... If anyone can hear me, I'm on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. I was captured. But I think I'm ok now— just lost and dehydrated." I spoke, my voice hoarse as I clutched the radio in my palms. This was my only way to reach out to someone, anyone. "Jess, Hurk, Nick, Kim, Addie, Grace, Sharky, Sheriff Whitehorse, Virgil, anybody! This is the Deputy, I need some help as soon as possible!" I shouted into my radio and after a few seconds, I realized no one had heard me.

And for the first time since the night we tried to arrest Joseph, I wept.

I sobbed into my CB, tears dripping onto the old radio as I gripped it tightly in frustration. My guess was that I had finally reached my tipping point. Why did things have to be like this? Why did I have to be the hero all the damn time? Why me? I'm just a Deputy; I didn't sign up for this. Yes, I did sign up to be a cop, but I didn't expect this. I didn't think I would have to go up against a cult by myself. And I started praying to a higher power, if there even was one, to either kill me, or swap me places with any other person on this fucking earth...

Once I opened my eyes and wiped away my tears, I shoved my radio back into my bag, took out my 1911 and zipped the bag back up, and slung it over my shoulder again. I had come this far, there was no use in me giving up now.

I continued to trudge forward, not looking back. "You'll make it, Morgan. You'll make it." I murmured to myself, tightening my grip on my handgun. "Not much longer, right? How much longer could it be?"

Hours had passed and my determination had begun to diminish. Nightfall was near and I had seen no sign of civilization at all. But that's when my radio started to crackle as if someone was trying to reach me.

"Dep— where... you? ...come find you... Just hold on—" An unfamiliar voice came through my CB, his words going in and out as if he were far away. "Search party soon— Hang in there, Deputy... Help— on its way"

And with that, I had grew tired and laid down on my back beside the road; my bag of weapons was beside me and I had my fingers interlocked behind my head for support. Within minutes, I had dozed off and started to dream...

"Welcome to the bliss." An angelic voice whispered in my ear and all I could see was a bright light.

Suddenly, Faith Seed magically came into view and held both sides of my face gently. Then she blew bliss air into my face, causing me to just see white all over again.

"I know you've heard stories about me. That I'm a liar. A manipulator." She spoke softly as my vision slowly came back to me; a blue butterfly flew in front of me as I watched it fly away. And Faith came back into view and took my hand tenderly. I had quickly realized we were in a field somewhere. "That I poison people's minds... Well, let me tell you a different story. A true story." The butterfly then landed on Faith's shoulder before she grabbed both of my hands and sat on the grass, pulling me down with her. And we were sat across from each other with our legs crossed.

Faith gazed down at the grass, looking as if she were hesitant to tell me something sad and traumatic for her, "There once was a young woman who had been ostracized by her community. Bullied by friends. Abused by her family." She voiced quietly, staring deep into my eyes; it were as if she were pulling me in a trace, and indeed she was... "She took to a needle for help. She was all alone. She wanted to die."

And the realization hit me: she was talking about herself: telling me a brief overview of her life story. My heart began to ache for her, giving me ephemeral flashbacks of my dad.

"And then she met the Father." Faith stated happily, her mood quickly changing, like a light switch. The butterfly flew off her shoulder and into the distance as she excitedly pulled me up onto my feet and brought me deeper into the fog.

Near the top of the fog was the statue of Joseph; the fog around it was cleared, giving us a good view of it. Then she turned back toward me, "He gave her hope, and confidence. The Father showed her how special she was, that she was full of love and life. He gave her a new family. One that accepted her just as she was. The young woman no longer wished to die. She had been given... purpose." Faith giggled as she brought her arms outward, resembling a peaceful bird, and ethereal angel wings.

She had risen up into the air, bringing me up with her, which caused my breath to hitch in my throat. Faith held my hands and raised us up even higher in the air. "One day, the Father brought her here. He asked if she had faith in him. He asked if she would be willing to die for him. The young woman, who very much wished to live, was scared. The Father told her that this was her test." She swiftly brought us above the Father statue, her eyes now closed.

"He would have Faith in her if she had faith in him. So she closed her eyes, and leapt." Faith released my hands, resulting in me falling and landing on my feet on the Father statue; my heart had skipped a beat but once I realized I was alright, it returned back to its normal pace. Faith opened her eyes and giggled again at my reaction, "The Father kept his word. The Path to Eden is clear to those who have faith." She retreated backwards, still in the air while her wings flapped angelically. But then I glanced to my right to see the Marshal... Burke?

Cameron looked back at me with a giddy smile on his face as he raised his arm out to me, "Walk the path." The butterfly was now on Burke's shoulder as he held his arms outwards like an eagle, and fell straight off the statue.

"Burke! No!" I yelled as I ran toward the edge and fell to my knees, trying to see if I could spot Cameron. I couldn't see anything below me but fog. My heart started hammering against my chest; I wondered if the Marshal survived...

I looked up to ask Faith where he went but she had vanished into thin air, just like that...

"You must have Faith. Let go..." Faith's voice echoed soothingly, making me calm.

I took a deep breath and gazed back down at the world below me. The fog had begun to clear again and I noticed a waterfall hundreds and hundred of feet on the ground.

"Let your Faith be your guide. Leap. Accept the Word of the Father into your heart... I will give you purpose... I will set you free..."

And I jumped.