three weeks later
I have settled in this dead community, still a person with blood on his hands. A lot has changed, I was able to find some fresh food, which is really awesome, almost a miracle. The kid destroyed most of buildings, but I was able to find some homes that were untouched. I grabbed some of the fresh water that was scattered around, and it was like my little paradise. This seems too good considering the circumstances, I did have to bury some bodies and I felt a ton of guilt when just a week ago, I saw the body of a little girl that looked to be nine, her eyes are out of their sockets and she was blue, probably due to asphyxiation. There were a lot of screwed up moments like that other time I saw this carcass that has its small intestines connected to the rest of its body, it was split in two and I could see blood mixed from the spinal fluid of that dead person. The corpse was stuck to a metal beam lodged into its eye socket and one of the beams was stuck to its back as well, it was burned ash and it was glued firmly onto the metal beam on its head and back. It reeked a bad smell and I was really scared to touch it, but the sight was as disgusting and revolting as the person who did this to him, but even though the kid is long gone, I think I want revenge for exploding my head and getting the village's people to shreds, it was still a dead area, for all the resources I had and for all the prosperity I was able to get, there was still a lot for me to do. First find the piece a shit, get him for doing this, but then there is the organized gang, which I don't know how to feel about, three weeks ago I thought they'd come the night that the incident of the village happened, but surprisingly I haven't heard of them, I haven't even heard from the vulture in a little, oh right, he is now scared to pick me up, because I'd kick his shit in. the night was ready to set and the entire world looks to be nice and the hue is optimistic as it has been in the last couple of days. Everything was up in the air and I was able to eat, but I didn't feel like eating was necessary for me, for some inexplicable reason. I can probably regenerate hunger as well, I still don't know the complete extent of my powers to be completely honest.
I slept a night and woke up the next morning to see something in the distance and then...
Gun fire ensues, and I get shot a couple of times in the ribs and the head. Anarchy ensues as they rush with Mannoses (horse like creatures that are more different than most). They had long necks with heavy feet that crushed the ground when they stomped; they had a fire like hair on their backs and necks. Their color was a purple black that covered its body. And I was sitting right under their feet. Shot dead brazed and unflinching. Looking as if I was about lose my life my eyes looked like popped cherry and my face a bloody mess the from the gunshots that flew right past me.
Unhinged I still heard what they were saying about me and about the entire village. It was a mess and it was one of these messes that I couldn't fix at all because of its complicated nature. Paralyzed from the neck down, I still had a problem moving it was a hell scape that made me feel pain, but instead of crying and wailing, I just teared up with only the slightest sense of emotion. That was it and I was fed up with the shit that I was dealt from these people because of the mess that I am in. mostly I wanted this nightmare to end and I'm hearing footsteps course through the sand like sediments moving through shallow lakes.
He is walking around to look at the place and the corpses; these shots they fired were not supposed to hit anyone as they were warning shots, since I was the forefront of the gun fire, nearly every shot hit me. They weren't supposed to hit people in the town as they came at dawn, everyone was supposed to be in their houses, but instead they found a person that was outside of the house. They started shooting atop a mound of sand that caused me not to see them at all. Only the horses bobbed out like diamonds atop a mound of sand. My vision was a skewered mess, as if I got stabbed in the eye.
My blood spat out throughout the entire sand and it was worse when my organs were blown off. Through this, my brain suffered the most as I was shot through my eyes and my forehead and that caused me to have a sadder existence because of it. All spattered blood is a chunk of me blown off with a bullet sprayed through a violent gun. And now I'm in pieces.
