He, who devoured the undead found solace in a place. Blood on his shirt, tears stains of all the undead and those who decide to end their life to end their misery.
And then who is powerful with all the mighty need to save those in need out of the ca...
Hope is powerful, One can survive against the world, With only one tool. Hope.
-by Anonymous
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The night...
Maybe because of my carelessness... Or our carelessness, because both of us, no. Three of us forgot to bring a tent to spend our night. How can important things slip our minds like that?
The consequences are just as fun as it sounds. Under the half-covered moonlight, stars spread as vast as they can be, twinkling in the dark sky. After a fight about which place is better to be our bed, they finally agreed to sleep near the river bank, is it a good idea? The idea was just a bad joke at first until they both agreed then that would be a solution rather than just a joke. Every minute, my feet are free-washed with icy cold water, and that makes me sleepless, that was not the case with these two. Just a good best friend these two can be, they bicker until one of them finally gives in to sleep.
The cold night breeze bit every exposed skin. With my teeth chattering, especially with cold water wash my feet. Deciding to take a stroll, I picked up the guns and went to the nearest tree, hard to admit, but I fulfill the nickname too well. I have no proof of how I climb fort feet high, but I believe I make myself practice to go that far. However, maybe I don't need practice at all because, in a day, I can climb farther than forty feet. What am I? Surely a human, am I?
Under the shady tall tree, there are two guards as serious as they can be, and just solid at that, I almost mistaken them to be one of the trees. I pat one of them on the shoulder.
"Do you have any extra binoculars?."
I tried to make my voice as low as possible. Right now, they just stand there like statues, maybe etiquette code or something but I was afraid that I cross any invisible line when I should be the one who thanked their efforts.
He stared at me with dead eyes, taking his sweet time and making me nervous. Then, in a quick shift, he already had his head turned to the other side, repeating my question to his buddy. He shook his head to his friend before taking a long stare at every inch of the ground, mumbling something under his breath. The guy turned to me and shook his head too. Thanking them, I went to other posts, but disappointedly, none of them had any extra.
I went for the last post which gave me the same answer, before I took another step, I noticed their posture went more rigid, and they suddenly saluted calling a sharp 'captain!' which made me look behind, for sure it wasn't for me.
Indeed, Blythe stood, sober, behind me, his hands already on his hip, staring deeply into my soul as his eyes wrinkled and made his eyes shrank twice the normal size.
"Why are you not sleeping?."
He questioned with his interrogation tone, as if accusing something.
