11 June 2012
Three days. Three days of bloodshed.
Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final". As if it's all some game, thought Tpek, as he made his way towards the coastal route, long but infrequently travelled.
As he walked past a cave, he heard voices coming from the darkness.
"Great." Tpek muttered sarcastically, readying his knuckle dusters.
At least two people, he thought, silently slipping into the dark entrance. He looked deeply into the cave to see the people he was about to attack.
Tpek felt sick. There was just one man, muttering manically to himself.
"She told me she'd be proud. OF ME! Yes, yes, so proud." He sobbed. "So proud, so proud."
The attack was as fast and painless as Tpek could make it, but he still felt nauseous at the murder of the madman.
Needs must, thought Tpek, grimacing as he carried in down the coast road.
OBR - Tpek - Day 1 • Opuss № I