The Putrefaction: Lost In The Cruel World

Chapter 1: The Journey

"I was born twice: first, as a baby boy, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day of January 1806; and then again, as a adulthood guy, in an emergency room near Baclaran, Pasay City, Manila, in August of 1830."

November 3rd, Monday, 1830, Dyd's Hamlet, Philippines.
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A gloomy morning pouring rain. The wind blew not just gentle breezes but full-blown bone chilling winds, hitting my tender skin. As I was sitting against the tree, shade on a cold pouring rain to me. Gazing up to the gray teary sky as it was the fiddle-faddle day to my village.

Gazing up to my fellow-villagers, homeless family with their offspring roaming the whole village, finding shelter to lean and foods to eat. They alms.
Many of my fellow-villagers and my fellow-countrymens suffer from extreme poverty since President Apuino got his ass on the office.

Wealthy individuals were doing nice. Business mens were giving tasks to their employees; they were looking pity, shedding sweats while flexing their muscles, working hard on their exhausted feet.

Foreign investors were exporting and importing goods for the sake of money. Money that influences the poor; to work hard on their own lofty feet. Some were migrating to a wealthy region, some were working inside country, some were working abroad.

I was lying under the tree, it was 8 a.m in the morning. And I was thinking about my future. Dreaming that someday prosperity will come to my village. Later I realized it was just a delusion as it was.

I was Gazing up to the blue infinite Clouds in the sky. And Suddenly, my friends showed up! I immediately closed my eyes.

My friend, Nel whip my shoulders and said, "Hey, Zyn! Wake up! He asked, "Are you asleep?"

Mike were standing behind on Nel and said, "Nuh, he's awake."

Mike and Nel are twins. They both 24 years old. Same of my age. And they were my two favorite best friends. Sometimes they treated me as their brother.

Nel is a soft heart type of person. He features a well-pleasing physical appearance. A kind and a caring brother and bestfriend. Villagers known him for being a philanthropic to others. He always bring dedication, patriotism to move forward after the fall with his brother.

While his brother, a fearless, reckless, and a negligent type of person, Mike.

Mike anonymously surpassed the height of his brother. He features a brown skin, with a big scar on his left shoulder, he has a coffee colored eye.

He is known for being the most reckless and fearless man-living in our village. And he fought several times with other villagers.

Their family broke up when they were naive. The DSWD adopted them for 10 years and after that, they escaped and now they're keeping pushing their asses onwards. Surving themselves for 20 years and present.

I just closed my eyes and replied, "No-No. I'm sleeping. Don't bother me."

Mike kicked me and laughed. He asked, "What are you doing here brat?"

"Whats on your mind? It seems you were here lately, all alone." My friend Nel replied.

I grabbed my bag and sat on, "Yeah, I was here all alone. I was thinking what outside world is. Co'z we were stuck on this pitiful place for decades. And only the wealthy people has the ability to depart." I said.

My friend, Mike gave me a piece of bread and sat beside me. Puts his heavy backpack loaded with sharp edge knifes and dagger and some foods, he picked up a journal on that bag and said, "You know Zyn, you must read this."

I replied, "What's this?"

Nel then sat too, and said, "We read it already and we thought twice. It is about the legend group, a covert group of New Peoples Army, called "Night Flash Organization also called, the NFO"

"Oh?" I replied.

Mike opened the journal and he reads it again, "According to this journal, The members of the NFO's were probably assassins. Their objective is to overthrow the government for its corruption, causing the peoples of this country suffer from severe famine."

I was confused that time. Thought a sec. "Who would do that shit?!"

Nel then point his dirty finger to a phrase on a journal and said, "Yes. It is stated there that, The government will offer a huge amount of money if someone can tell where is the hideout of this group."

After hearing their statements, I stand and reply, "I'd never thought that there were some individuals who are willing to overthrow the present government for the sake of its people; to save from famine. And I guess, the government is not that bad. They are doing their best to fulfill their promises, duties and responsibilities. Including the country's economic growth."

Mike stand and showed an unexplainable facial expression, "If that is true, why 'we', the poor civilians of this country, still suffering from famine, drown in poverty, strife and ruin. If we have good leaders, our tommy's might not this thin." He said.

Nel replied, "Look to your surroundings." Said Nel While he was pointing the villagers, suffering in ravenous hungry, "Notice the eminence, the villagers, and the other people from other places. We suffer this severe poverty because of them. The corrupt government." Nel uttered urgently to me while I was looking and eating the piece of bread he gave.

"Think twice, Zyn. Me and Nel will be joining the special covert group of the NPAs. We'll be heading to their location." Mike's responded to my statement.

I was confused when I heard the two saying they already know the location of the wanted group.

That's why I ask, "Why? Why not tell the government if you two already know their location? It would be great if you tell them. Lately you said the government offers a huge amount of money. Now, this is the time." My reply on Mike's statement.

I cant resist his sharp stare at me. He holds my shoulder and said responded, "Oh c'mon. We forgot to tell you that the group offers a huge amount of money too. Two times the amount that the government offers. And, if we successfully overthrow the goverment, working with them, our country would be back to normal. Electing new leader. A benevolent leader like Marcos."

"Now, will you join the ride or you will just gonna sit here and do nothing. You'll die thinking for your dreams. Give up on your dreams and die." My friend Nel asked.

In a condescending voice, Mike murmured, "Think, think, think Zyn. This is for the future of our country. Believe on us. We'll fight for the sake of our ancestors, them." He then point his fingers and said, "Look at them, they're waiting for the blessings from above, yet the government can't do."

And I was thinking critically, when something pushes me to speak my words that will surely change my lifestyle.

I Sigh deeply and said, "Hmm. I was thinking this for long. Waiting that will somebody plea for me. And for my beloved family, relatives and ancerstors, my friends and the villagers. I,...will join your journey, to change the country. To end the suffering, strife and severe poverty made by this enormous heads of corrupt government officials."

I saw the joy from their faces when I spoke the words that will surely mean to them.

"How sweet to hear those words coming from your sweet-scented mouth. Well, be ready yourself for this enthusiastic trip. We'll be heading to the group." Nel loudly uttered to me.

"C'mon, stand on your toes. Brace yourself for a tragedy that will occur on us." Mike respond.

"It'll surely come." I said.

Mike then grab the map and showed to us and tell, "This, this is the map. Here is where the bandits hideout. This is a troublesome journey. We'll be expecting suspicious NPA's that will cross on our paths. Be ready and grab your weapons.

The journey was set out upon planning. We start moving around 10 o'clock in the morning. We'll be heading to the location that's marked on his Map. First objective; Hideout.

We brought weapon, dedication and patriotism. To join the Night Flash Org. and to assasinate the present leader, President Apuino.