Chapter Five

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After are little fight I walked towards the woods. No one dared to speak to me knowing I would lash out. As I got further from the camp I started running and didn't stop.

If I keep going and don't stop no one would care. No one would notice I even left.

I stop the thoughts and stoped running. I looked around and for a moment I felt at peace. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and letting it out slowly. No one was here to yell at me for doing something wrong, or I wasn't doing enough. It was quite. It felt as if the world had just stopped.

But it ended quickly.

Stop. I have shit to do. The world isn't going to stop for you and let you have a chance of peace. It went to shit because god knew how ungrateful everyone is.

At some point in life everyone has done something they regret. Or don't regret a single thing. That's why god wanted the human race to end because we weren't perfect.

I didn't want to go back to the camp. I hated everything and everyone there. Except for Lea and Dixie. There really all I cared for, they keep me going.

I looked down at my hands covered in dried blood. It was sticky, and I got used to the smell of it. Blood. Blood is all I see now. I don't ever see a beautiful sunny day were the flowers are growing and the birds are singing. All I see now is blood and dead people.

As I kept looking at my hands my blood started to boil. I starting shaking, sweating. I was so angry at myself for making me become this way. I grabbed the nearest thing near me witch was a broken branch off a tree that had fallen years ago.

The branch had moss all over it, the bark started falling off as I grabbed it. I held it so tight in my hands I could tell the little pieces of wood stabbing me would soon become splinters if I didn't let go.

I didn't let any tears fall I just held the branch in my hands thinking What am I doing. I then throw the branch as hard as I could, it was like everything was in slow motion. As the branch was flying in the air I shut my eyes tight, balled my hands into a fist then screamed. I screamed so loud I didn't care if anyone or anything heard me.

I opened my eyes kicking the ground making dirt come up i grabbed more branches and throwing them everywhere. I clearly had many splinters now but I didn't care,  I needed to realise my anger or else I would probably punch someone back at camp which wouldn't really be a bad thing.

After my little tantrum I sat down against a tree. What am I doing? I thought to myself. I really need to stop talking to myself I thought once more.

I stayed in that spot until it starting getting dark. As I was walking back to the camp I kept thinking someone was behind me. I walked like I didn't notice, then turned around so quickly I got a little dizzy. As i turn around I kick under the person's leg to make them fall on the ground, pushed them against a tree then put my right knee to there chest to make it hard for them to breath as I did this I had grabbed my gun from my holster and pointed it at them.

"Why the hell are you following me?"

"Can you get you leg off me? I kinda can't breath"

"I asked you a question" I pushed my gun to the person's head

"I-I like to take walks. I then sow you. I wasn't f-following you. I swear"

"Next time I see you I will put a bullet throw your head. Do you understand?"

"Yeah sure, whatever"

I then let go and put my gun in my holster and started walking away.

"Hey. Wait up" I started walking faster

"Hey. Wait" I felt a hand on my right shoulder the one where I had my scar. It made me uncomfortable. Made me feel weak.

"What!" I yelled as I tured around to look at him.

"Look, I didn't mean to upset, really. I was just taking a walk." He said putting his hands up like he was surrendering. He did the same thing when I first saw him.

"Your name is Blake right? I heard you and -" I knew where he was going with this conversation.

"Look dude, I'm not trying to make friends. Okay. So would you do me the pleasure and leave me alone. Thank you" with that being said I turned around and went back to camp.

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