A hot shower and a bed. Luxuries I don't have
Dec 29, 2016 17:43:11 GMT -5
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Post by Renato Bianchi on Dec 29, 2016 17:43:11 GMT -5
His breath was heavy. Even for someone known for having a high stamina, sometimes life could be overwhelming. Poor quality of sleep, if it could be called sleep. In fact, Renato was having just glorified naps and there was nothing poetic about that. To be on his own was rough, but his experience with groups wasn’t all that great either: they all ended up being overrun and annihilated sooner or later. “It’s better this way…” he kept on telling himself. And sometimes he actually believed those words.
It was already morning, and the sun was hurting his eyes, even though it was partially blocked by the gray clouds. “I really do need a proper rest… And a shower… I shower would be good too…” he thought to himself, chuckling bitterly as he kept on walking in a slow pace, almost as if he was dragging his feet unwillingly. His mind kept on remembering the face of his long lost family and he felt a heartache, which he fought by shaking his head and grumbling a bit. ”Don’t even start!” he reprehended himself. Shortly after that he grabbed a bottle of water and drank but a sip of it; he couldn’t afford to go wild on it, as there was no source to replenish it nearby. As he cleaned his lips with the back of his hand, he looked around him.
”Great… I have no fucking idea on where I am… That’s just perfect…” after he was surrounded by walkers a couple days ago, a true herd, he had to run like crazy, hide, and run again without the luxury of time to plan. Therefore he ended up losing track of where he was and now he was walking down a road, adrift.
He would complain again, but before he could start he heard a familiar noise; the groaning of the dead. With a heavy sigh, he unsheathed his Katana from the sheath on his shoulder and stared at the walker, who was walking towards. Renato huffed as he frowned his brows. ”Here we go again…” he said before beheading the dead with a single swing of his sword.
Another day in this world. As bitter as ever. As lonely as ever. But for how long? Because it was not the dead that he feared now, but the living.