I limped through the bloody remains of bodies.
I couldn't bear it. I had to find my friend. I can't be the only survivor of this war.
With my sword dragging behind me, I spotted him in the distance with two Zocks closing in on him to finish him off.
"GET AWAY!!!" I screamed, running full speed towards them, sword in hand, tripping over the dead.
They looked up at the the sound of my voice and started running at me.
Come and get it. I thought. I stabbed the first one in the chest then churned to slice the other one's arm off. I watched their blood splatter each other as they fell to the ground.
I ran to my friend, Intimus, to save him. I had to save him. That was essential. I can't lose him. He's like a brother to me.
I crouched down and set my sword by his side.
Oh my god.
He's a bloody mess.
Literally.
He had the deepest gashes, just about everywhere, and all of his clothes had been stained an ugly red. While his chest heaved to gasp for air.
There's no way to save him. A voice in the back of my head said.
But part of me still had hope. A little.
*GASP* Intimus grabbed my hand with his bloody one and squeezed hard. I looked into his messy face. He looked back.
"Intimus," I can't stand it. "don't leave me! You're gonna be ok! You have to!"
"Hey, *cough*" Tears were coming to my eyes. "I want *cough*you to know... *pant*
Oh, shoot, I was starting to lose him. "What? Want me to know what? Stay with me!"
"I want you to know, *cough*" he said, blood flying out of his mouth, "that I ate your sandwich... *pant pant*"
What? He ate my sandwich? I DON'T CARE IF HE ATE MY FREAKING SANDWICH!!! WHY DOES THAT MATTER NOW???
"That doesn't matter right now." I told him.
"Yes, it does, *gasp* and I'm so sorry."
"Uh..." I have no idea why we are talking about this while he is dying. "if you say so-?"
"Now go. *cough* *gasp* Before they get to you." he said.
If he thinks I'm just gonna leave him here, then he doesn't know me.
So I simply said, "No. Besides, they're all dead."
"Just... go... *pant* *gasp*" he was starting to fade.
Precious time is running out for him. I scooped him up and carried him off the battle field, doing my best to keep his insides inside of him.
"Wha- *cough* What are you *gasp* doing?" he asked.
"I'm not losing you." I replied firmly, still walking, stumbling over bodies.
He rested his head back, coughing a little, and slowly closed his eyes.
"INTIMUS!!! DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME!!!"
No response.
That got me really worried.
I set him down in the rubble and put my ear over his heart. There was no beat.
I tried doing CPR. Didn't get him breathing.
I buried my face in his bloody shirt, tears pouring down like a hard rain.
I was the only survivor of the war.
Even worse, I had just lost my closest friend.
***
Five days later, I was still walking with Intimus in my arms. I had grown incredibly thin, since I had eaten nothing and had drunk a scarce amount of water (which I used half of it to pour or dump onto Intimus's face or into his mouth).
Up ahead I spotted a nice grass hill and decided I can't carry Intimus any longer. So I dug a deep hole into the knoll. Before I continued, I looked up to look around me. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. There were blossoming trees, flowers dotting the ground, and even a little pond. I don't think I could find a more perfect place to bury Intimus.
I settled him into the hole. Tears came rolling down my cheeks as I put handfuls of rich soil back into the gap.
Once I packed the soil tightly together, I put a rock on top and sat there for a while. I thought about Intimus and all of the good times we had together as kids and older. Making myself laugh, cry, and even roll my eyes. And finally drifted off to sleep.
***
The next morning I splashed water on my face and took a drink from the pond and started walking away. Before I left the enchanted, but painful place, I turned to the rock on top of the grassy knoll and whispered "Goodbye." and then left. Probably forever. I didn't look back. All I want to do now is leave. So that's what I did.
