Day Two: Afternoon

[Bujin]

“Rae, I’m tired.”

Silence.

“Rae, I’m hungry.”

Nothing.

“Rae, I…”

Bujin stopped himself from finishing another complaint, clicking his tongue as he realized that no answer was going to come no matter how much time he spent bitching at it. Sighing, he lay down on the sand once more, staring up at the sky as he wasted his time away figuring out what he was going to do. This predicament mirrored the one he was facing last year – he lost the willpower to keep going; the pace and concept of the game caught up to him once more. He could feel his chances of reaching his goal float further and further away. Rolling his eyes at the concept, he turned his head towards Rae and glared.

“This is your fault. If only you were sharp. Or…could shoot shit at people. Or explode… ” he trailed off a moment as he ran out of useful things any sort of weapon could do. Thinking of one, he pointed a finger at the cube and continued. “Or were a woman. God, that’d be sweet.”

He chuckled to himself, creeping even himself out in the process. Anything that could get him going would have been helpful, and the Lord knows that a woman would have done the trick. However, all he had was a duffle bag filled with meat that was likely closing in on its expiration date. Bujin was afraid to eat it at times, but he did whenever he felt he had to. To this end, he wasn’t starving by any stretch of the imagination, but his…rather developed pallet was suffering, and that was almost as bad as death.

Simply put, Bujin was in no real danger of dying, and he knew it. The test of Dante’s Abyss was one that he had to pass in order to move on, and even if it was against insurmountable odds, he knew he couldn’t quit. With that in mind, the midget clinched both fists and struggled to his feet. Sand sprinkled to the ground as he brushed it off of his baggy clothes and prepared to move further towards his goal. Using Rae as a platform, he scanned the area for any indication for where he was to go next.

“If I’m gonna gain anything from this competition, it’s not going to come from standing around here. I have to keep moving, no matter what the cost. Besides, this fucking sand is starting to get annoying,” he muttered. Jumping off the cube, he walked off with renewed vigor.

“Onward, Rae!” he yelled, pulling it forward with his makeshift leach.