Death is inevitable.
Death is there even before the moment someone realized it exists.
Death is the reason why humans find time, even a single tick. valuable to them.
And death is one of the countless things that I don't understand.
Though one thing I do know is whether you want to or not, it will remain a part of life, or so the machine inside my head said so. As confusing as it seems - Death and life are different from each other, though they affiliate with each other. Everyone, humans especially, finds death terrifying to the point that just saying that mere word brings them into trembling. Having said that, I can't explain how 'death' can intimidate someone, for I have no feelings that I can experience, to begin with. I can't also explain why it is so hard for humans to accept the fact that 'death' is something you can't undo.
As for me, I didn't even bother thinking about it since I do not have this only thing that makes up a person - A life.
I certainly know that you can neither have both - Life and death. And if that's the case, what do I call myself? A mere scrap of metal gifted with consciousness? An irrelevant being? Either way, I am very curious about how these so-called 'emotions' people feel can perceive the thought of death awaiting them.
Back to the current scene. A dramatic-like scenario you often see in television dramas takes place in a tent filled with different people. It's early in the morning, listening to Sergeant Charlotte's foul mouth like usual. Getting handed papers that would be filled up with our 'goodbyes' it seems.
"...Is it necessary to make one?" My thoughts unintentionally came out of my mouth.
"Look, if you don't want to make one," Sergeant Charlotte remarked, "then don't make one. It's as easy as that. For fuck's sake..."
"Why do people always get so bothered by death?"
Sergeant Charlotte grabbed me by my collar and stared at me with glaring eyes. "I've had enough of your shit," she hissed. "If you want to get killed that badly then go fucking eat a bullet..."
"Humans are born to die. Them experiencing life is already a privilege itself."
"...What privilege? Is suffering a privilege? No one asks to be born in the first place just to wait for hell."
Everybody watched petrified as Sergeant Charlotte continues to grab my collar, tightening her grip on it every second.
"What does it feel to get scared to die?" I asked. "What does it feel to get terrified generally?"
"Listen here you - ...!"
A loud explosion coming from outside interrupted. Depending on the intensity of its sound, it seemed that it came from one of the nearby tents just a couple of walks from here.
"Again, with the noises..." Sergeant Charlotte sighed. "It's fucking seven in the morning..." She then released my collar from the grip of her hand and immediately went outside with Shaun still hanging from his legs to check what happened. Luna and I also followed her to check outside to see what happened. The soldiers, one after another, immediately went outside to see the place where the explosion happened.
"..."
A blown-up tent and scattered several body parts with blood spread on the floor appeared before my eyes. A horrid sight in human terms if you could say.
"...Well, there goes my appetite." Sergeant Charlotte mumbled, wearing a disgusted face while examining the place.
"What the fuck happened here...?" Shaun, still hanging from her leg, squirmed.
