Shards: Imaginary

Chapter VIII

October 28th - 12:00AM
Upon the strike of midnight where the soldiers take a break from their posts while the new personnel are on their way to change their shifts, he was on his way to the eastern side of the city where the road is rough and barren that only military vehicles can traverse.

He saw what looks like a lone soldier standing at his post, while playing some music on his phone, rather unaware of his gaze that'll soon be the last person he'll see before he'll become nothing but a mere spirit.

Once he had seen an opening where the soldier began to fix the radio because he jammed it, he swiftly assassinated him, while fetching a wooden rod to nail it onto the floor of the guard house, and remove ant possible flesh on the soldier's head, only leaving a skull, while also leaving the soldier's corpse standing, nailed onto the wooden rod to support the lifeless weight.

Once the radio has returned, numerous soldiers on high alert can be heard on the radio, unaware that the soldier is but a corpse waiting to rot.

“East Delta 2, are you there? I repeat, East Delta 2, are you there?”

One soldier kept repeating over the radio, it's voice getting gradually more concerned and hoarse, but he rather wouldn’t reply, and let them find out what happened, to give them what looks and feels like a roaming time bomb in which the time and place can't be predetermined and predicted due to his swift advances towards the city grounds.

Though, before he advanced further into the city, he left a hanging sign on the guard house using the soldier's blood and a paintbrush smeared onto a wet wooden board which was securely nailed but was still hanging for stability, which wrote.

“This entrance is open”

Which was simple enough, though
It was hung on a standing corpse with the flesh on its head removed, only a skull remains as flies began to fly around, while he also lit the barriers on fire and broke the gate, giving the other soldiers or if not, the helicopter, a fair warning of what would come.

Their miserable downfall.

Once he took one final glance at the entrance, he began to move to the city carefully, wary of the roaming soldiers and helicopters around, knowing that this wouldn't be an easy task, but his determination has proven him otherwise.

Due to the absurdity the world can sometimes bring, his determination for punishment is immeasurable, the world has gotten so far in technology, and yet their puny minds still had the barren audacity to receive the falsehood of a child, all because she was young and the youth is still the “future” of the world, they once said, before they got brainwashed and began to think that it is true, despite the enormous cruelty the darkness can bring onto these poor children that was made to believe cruelty is love, and love is cruelty.

1:12AM
After an hour of traversing the guarded forest, he had finally arrived at the city, which isn't a pleasant sight at all, every nook and cranny is filled to the brim with posters upon posters that explains how his existence shall be tortured, for the greater good for the future generations and humanity in itself.

He can't bear the sight of so many posters in the buildings, light posts, everything, which led to the thought, how utterly diabolical can these people get to the point that every millimetre of space is filled with posters, may it be big or small? Has their existence only relied on the higher-ups, which followed their orders no matter what, and continued to bombard the entire city in posters, in which they are also corrupted with this plague?