Death's Inferno

Chapter 2

(Above is what I think Rene should look like)

Sometimes, you know that there is nothing to hope for. There is no reason for sanguinity. But that doesn't stop you from wanting it to be real.

That is until reality sets in. I know that from experience.

I knew I was getting weaker; every step I took my eyes seemed to get heavier, my heartbeat fainter and my body more painful.

Death was imminent, but that didn't stop me from hoping, wanting, dreaming, needing.

My hope was rapidly diminishing.

My legs burn from their numerous scratches caused by branches and sticks. The Yellow speck becomes more hazy, and blurry with every passing second. My body becoming separate from my soul.

I was lost.

My aching legs collapse from under me. I fall to the muddy ground in a pile of limbs. The heavy exhaustion pulling my eyes shut like a tsunami. An unimaginable force gluing them together, as my mind slowly becomes a foggy haze and all my thoughts scatter.

Wake up. Sasha calls.

But all I see is darkness.

Open your eyes, your almost there. Don't give up.

As if on command, my eyes painfully and slowly inch open. A brisk light floods my vision, causing me to squint.

Am I dead?

No you idiot, your living and breathing. Sasha sarcastically replies.

I sigh, bringing my hand up to my face, trying to shield my eyes from the harsh light that emits from between the canopy of trees.

Everywhere hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a bus.

Get up and keep walking. Sasha demands.

Huffing, I do as I'm told.

Funny right?

To do as the imaginary voice tells you, gosh she's so demanding. Why can't I have a different, perhaps nicer voice?

All my life I've been normal, this thing-

I AM NOT A THING! The female voice bellows.

Okay, all my life I've been normal, this voice I have inside my head arrived a few months ago when I was in the cellar- alone.

I shake my head from the obscure thoughts, forcing my unsteady legs to move.

Left in front, right in front. I stumble forwards step by step, breath by breath and thought by thought.

I'm alone.

There's no hope.

I will die.

But I'll die trying

The yellow speck of canary yellow now looks like a piece of paper. A hazy film covers the shape, casting a mirage like effect on it.

Only a little bit further.

I know I'm lying to myself, even if I make it to the hazy object, who knows what I'll encounter, what crazy encounters are about to come my way.

The pain in my body suddenly becomes not so surreal. The sharp pain that shoots up my legs almost makes me scream in agony. My feet throb with every step I take.

Can I really do this? Or is it too much? Should I have stayed in the cellar and starve to death? At least I wouldn't be in this much pain.

Stop lying to yourself Rene. If you stayed, you would've felt your stomach collapsing in on itself. Keep walking you're almost there, I promise.