Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 1:02:08 GMT -5
Walking. Always the walking, and endless journey. Solitude had become Rygen’s constant companion on the voyage that never seemed to stop. He was alright with that, loneliness. The last time he had let someone close he heard their screams as they were torn to pieces. He couldn’t let that happen a second time.
It was funny how things could change like that, Rygen thought as he kicked up a bit of the Carolina snow along the road. One minute life was going his way, the next he lost the meaning in life.
But that didn’t stop him. The Scottsman had picked himself up, brushed himself off, and started over. He had done it before, he would do it again. Nothing would ever stop him. Not now, not ever. His trail of thought was stopped as he came into the fringe of a small town—or what remained of it. A sign on the side of the highway he had been following read "Welcome to Haventown, you will feel right at home," under the blood spatters that covered it.
A few of the Lifeless turned and looked at him with a hiss as it started to stagger toward Rygen as he passed the sign.
It was almost second nature now, almost a ritual of mercy. He grabbed the first one’s throat and quickly jabbed the Bowie knife’s blade through the side of its cranium. The body fell, then its female companion. Had they been lovers? Sibblings? Best friends, or total strangers in their life? Rygen used to wonder these things when he found the Lifeless, now it didn’t matter. They were dead. He too would one day join them in the sleep that never ends. But for now he would continue on. Wandering, fleeing all attachment that he could.
The Scottsman stepped over the bodies as he unslung his shotgun and began walking through the quiet town’s streets, scavenging for whatever this small place held of value. He was only one man, he never partook in more than he needed or could carry. True he could never find much, but he needed less than most. He was only one man with one mouth to feed. It made things easier.
Yes, Rygen nodded his head, life was better alone. But in the back of his mind, there was a gnawing doubt.