12 June 2012
Part One of the Opuss Battle Royale
I stood at the brow of the hill, surveying the broken land beneath me. Dappled clouds floated on a crimson red sky, a reflection of the blood spilled today on the island. I was a survivor. I am a survivor. Tonight will be a full moon, it's blue glow my enemy. For with the moon so bright, hiding places will be fewer. I survive by hiding, by creeping, not by fighting.
I try and savour this moment, for it could well be my last chance to see the wonders of nature. Soon I must find somewhere dark and safe to hide. I know that wherever I hide, I will not be able to block out the screams of the others as they kill and maim. Each other. I will not be able to block the lingering, acrid smell of blood. I will not be able to block the memories of seeing her die. Seeing her die, whilst I, the coward, hid.
We came here together, with the others. None of us knew what to expect. Certainly death was not an expectation. And now, I'm alone, my heart torn apart. I hate myself for not fighting for her. I hate myself for still hiding.
But I'm weak. I can't fight. Her death has left me empty. I am a coward as the battle rages on.
Coward • Opuss № I