The sun was approaching its peak height in the clear blue sky. Noon was vastly approaching, which was another major step towards darkness. If there was one place you didn’t want to be at night it was Dante. Every sound sends shivers down your spine. Images of your own demise race through your head as you stare off in every direction only to find pitch black. An eerie shadow that prevents you from seeing your own hand in front of your face. Your heart beats nearly out of your chest and you swear up and down that there are footsteps and voices lurking just a few feet away from you.
But before you know someone was there, you’re already dead.
Para stared into the eyes of the rotting corpse of Raspberry. Maggots and flies picked off pieces of his decaying flesh. The dead body of one of his former allies was the epitome of what this game was all about. Kill or be killed. The time for games was over. The saiyan stood up from the dirt mound he was perched upon and walked over to his fallen comrade. Unfazed by the fact that he was dead, Para place a hand on his blood stained shoulder blade.
“Hey man.”
Talking with Rasp was a way of coping. To hold a conversation with him made it as if he wasn’t dead. By no means was Para uncomfortable with death, he lived around it all his life, but there could be other former friends sprinting throughout the island and Para wasn’t sure if he could stand around and watch another one get blasted with a shotgun. There was something inside the saiyan that just wouldn’t let him do that, some switch that needed to be turned off.
Uno walked up to the saiyan and extended his hand. Para extended his own and pulled himself up using the white haired youngster’s arm. He brushed himself off and walked out to the entrance of the village. Talys was already standing there with Game boy in hand.
“Every body has there things?” Para asked.
“Yup were all ready to move.” Uno replied stepping out from behind the saiyan.
“Lets move then!” Talys excitedly exclaimed.
The three men stepped out from the safety of the small village and into the unknown of the wilderness. In the heart of the jungle lied the most dangerous of the animal. The blood thirsty killing machine who needed to win no matter what the cost. Para cracked his knuckles and gave a nod to his two group members. Leaves and plants cracked under the swift footsteps of the traveling group as they entered the wilderness.
Para had never considered himself a mindless killing machine, until now of course.
But before you know someone was there, you’re already dead.
Para stared into the eyes of the rotting corpse of Raspberry. Maggots and flies picked off pieces of his decaying flesh. The dead body of one of his former allies was the epitome of what this game was all about. Kill or be killed. The time for games was over. The saiyan stood up from the dirt mound he was perched upon and walked over to his fallen comrade. Unfazed by the fact that he was dead, Para place a hand on his blood stained shoulder blade.
“Hey man.”
Talking with Rasp was a way of coping. To hold a conversation with him made it as if he wasn’t dead. By no means was Para uncomfortable with death, he lived around it all his life, but there could be other former friends sprinting throughout the island and Para wasn’t sure if he could stand around and watch another one get blasted with a shotgun. There was something inside the saiyan that just wouldn’t let him do that, some switch that needed to be turned off.
Uno walked up to the saiyan and extended his hand. Para extended his own and pulled himself up using the white haired youngster’s arm. He brushed himself off and walked out to the entrance of the village. Talys was already standing there with Game boy in hand.
“Every body has there things?” Para asked.
“Yup were all ready to move.” Uno replied stepping out from behind the saiyan.
“Lets move then!” Talys excitedly exclaimed.
The three men stepped out from the safety of the small village and into the unknown of the wilderness. In the heart of the jungle lied the most dangerous of the animal. The blood thirsty killing machine who needed to win no matter what the cost. Para cracked his knuckles and gave a nod to his two group members. Leaves and plants cracked under the swift footsteps of the traveling group as they entered the wilderness.
Para had never considered himself a mindless killing machine, until now of course.
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