So dark... so cold... yet his whole body felt hot. No hot wasn't right... he felt like someone had lit him a blaze. His body ached, his muscles were consumed in agony, and he screamed. There was no scream... only the sound of breath escaping his mouth. He tried to scream again but nothing came out. He couldn't scream he... he couldn't yell or even talk, he could only whisper.
Where was he? A box... a cold dark box... a coffin maybe? He pushed at the top but it didn't budge, he tried again but all that came was an intense wave of agony from his hands. Maybe the box slid? He tried that and... it moved. He slide himself out of his cold dark prison as quickly and his weak tired arms could move.
So bright... so warm... the pain in his body doubled once he was freed from the numbing cold. This place... was... a morgue. It hit him, the realization of what had transpired, the killing game... Sayaka's plan... his execution. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and that's when he looked down at his body.
He felt nauseous looking at himself, his hands... his fingers were twisted and broken, some completely missing and others hardly hanging on, his skin was sickly pale and covered in bruises. He looked down... it was gone... completely torn off, the skin were it should've been was ragged and scabbed... but... it was no where to be found.
He had welts and dents all over him, then he looked in his reflection casted onto the cold metal of the freezer. His right eye was closed shut and scabbed over, dried blood trailed down his face, an ear was missing and the other had a large chunk missing. His hair was matted and his goatee was surrounded by stubble. How long had he been out?
He was starving, like really really hungry, he probably hadn't eaten in forever but first he needed clothes, he couldn't bear to look at his ragged body anymore.
Out into the hallway he crept, he found his tank top and jeans, although they were torn and bloody they were the best option for him. He walked with a strong limp, but even stronger determination. He was given a second chance and he was going to find the others. Yet he found himself in an unfamiliar area with no one else in sight, he tried to call out... right... he forgot he couldn't speak, bye bye singing career. He wandered a bit until he came to a bathroom, the sink! The sink was working and it had water in it! He slurped up the cold fresh liquid, washing out the taste of blood from his damaged mouth. Who knew sink water could taste so wonderful... it did nothing to quell his hunger.
His search brought up no food, not even a vending machine. Three weeks, he remembered hearing, three weeks id how long the body can last without food, he didn't know how long was asleep for, it could've already been three weeks... he didn't know.
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So... hungry...
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It had been a few days since Leon Kuwata awoke from his coma, his mind was already weak, his spirit broken and his hope fleeting with each passing minute. He hadn't eaten or slept, he was slowly loosing his mind, isolated, cold and hot, scared, hungry, guilty, it was all too much for him to bear. He needed food... he needed something, anything to eat... which brought him here.
It was a large rat, maybe a bit larger than his hand, it was fast but he was quiet. He stalked it for almost an hour, waiting silently for the best opportunity to pounce.
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He caught it. He caught the thing and snapped it's neck. There it was, laying dead in his hands... he wasn't seriously going to eat it was he? There's no way... but he... was so hungry...
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It took all his strength not to vomit. The deed was done and his hunger faded, yet the guilt arose instead. He did it to survive but... he wasn't supposed to be alive anyways. He wiped the blood from his hands and mouth on some paper towels from the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Leon Kuwata didn't look back at him, a broken scared animal was all he saw... all he was. He'd only been awake for a few days and already he was losing his soul. He hoped the others would come soon, before he needed to eat again.
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All his humanity was gone. He'd gone feral, like a pig left to the wild will revert back to a boar... he was no longer The Ultimate Baseball Star he was an animal.
