Wilson walked and walked in a straight line until it finally dawned on him that it was completely dark and completely stupid to keep walking in a straight line. Why did he not just go to the noisy areas. He was sure to see people and he could find someone nice enough to give him directions. Why was he so stupid? What did he eat to become this slow anyway? Did someone put something in his food at Forest city? No wait, his thought process slowed down after ‘the abyss’. Did he lose too much brain juice from all the head banging he received? That must be it. That place did something to him. There was just no way this slowness is natural. He was still too young to start having these kinds of problems.“This kind of slowness. It is reserved for old people.” Wilson mumbled to himself and began to run towards a group of buildings. He could hear loud voices coming from that direction and he could see a bright red-orange light. There seemed to be a campfire as well. It had to be a huge one. He
“Alright. That’s all the rules. I believe you both understand cos I can’t and won’t repeat them. You begin the fight when I tell you to.” The ref said and quickly ran out of the dome. Wilson thought back to the rules. There were actually just two. One, don’t kill yourselves and two, don’t injure yourselves beyond what current medical treatments and healing powers can fix. Bones can be broken and even some internal organs can be struck at to a certain extent. As long as they did not go overboard. The ref did not forget to mention that he/she (Wilson could not tell the gender. Neither by body shape nor by voice. Both could either belong to a male or female. And even more, the ref seemed like a shadow, all distorted and well, shadowy), was the deciding factor and he/she would stop the match when he/she deemed it fit.“Aaaaaah!”Todd yelled and made the first move. He jumped and disappeared, then appeared behind Wilson. He kicked the back of Wilson’s knee before Wilson could react, bringi
An alarm rang out loud waking Wilson from his deep sleep. He grumbled and tried to go back to sleep. He had spent the past week, trying to figure things out and all he was able to conclude was that he fell into a trance-like state and dreamt. The basis for his dream what that was all about, he still had no idea. It had given him countless sleepless nights. He just stayed cooped on in his bed for days without food, sunlight or anything to drink. He did not even put the lights in his room on. It was only in the early hours of this morning that he decided to let things be for the meantime and maybe when next he had a dream like that, he would figure it out. Only after that did he manage to fall asleep. And yet, two hours later, the stupid alarm was ringing out so loud, it woke him up. And now here he was feeling all groggy and doing his best to go back to sleep amidst all the noise. But this place had other ideas.“All right, Everyone. Line up.” A voice even louder than the alarm boomed
Wilson finally got released. He might not have been released if the same old lady that put him to bed the last time had not gotten involved. She was passing by and saw Wilson drenched in sweat, arms trembling badly, and he was panting. By this time, he had lost count of how many pushups he had ‘pumped’. She moved closer and spoke with instructor Jack for like two seconds and then, that was it. Instructor stood straight and saluted. He kept that posture until the oldie was out of sight which was a long time before he finally said to Wilson;“Wilson, get your ass out of here!” Wilson was glad to oblige. He forced himself up with his numb, tired arms and ran away like a bitch. He did not want to stay there any longer. Who knew what Instructor Jack might say if he stayed any longer than that. He kept running until he reached a building where he quickly hid behind, out of sight of the instructor. He remembered his mother telling him to not curse when he was younger but he could not care l
Wilson stood on a small hill and looked down at the vast plain field below. He watched as a man who by all rights could be described as beautiful, stood on the plain field and looked around, covered in blood. Everywhere, there were people with weapons fighting till they dropped dead or killed their opponents. It was chaotic. The fighters were grouped into two; on one hand, there were those wearing black armor with stripes of silver and red that glistened under the setting sun. They wore silver helmets that exposed only their eyes. On the other hand, there were those in feathery white armor which by this time had turned red from all the blood, some of which was theirs. This armor was a lot more durable than one would think. They also had on, white helmets with colorful feathers sticking out at awkward angles and in a fashion that would intrigue any one who set their eyes on it.The white armored fighters were a lot fewer and were dying in their tens, further reducing their already path
The chief glared Wilson in the eye. This is the chief warrior, no? In that case, all he had to do was to kill him and the war will end. The chief picked a word from the ground of the hill which was partially covered in bloody grass. Wilson looked straight at the chief. ‘This chief is actually quite young. He cannot yet be in his forties. And he is good looking too. Not a bad choice for a chief.’ Wilson thought as he finally took a proper look at the thirty-five year old chief up close.“You know I actually feel bad for you. I would really have loved to keep you alive. How about this, why don’t you surrender your village and work for me? I will ensure you and your men get the treatment you guys deserve. I will let you remain in charge of your warriors. And I promise to take care of you and your people. You know, give them a place to live, food to eat and most especially, safety. You can also keep your armor style to yourselves. They will remain unique to only your men. They actually a
Wilson slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was confused as to where he was for a short period of time before he finally realized he was at the base’s hospital. He looked around him and sat up. He slowly began to remember his dream. Why the hell was that commander, named Wilson? Are his dreams simply messing with him? What is with all these dreams, really? He let himself be engrossed in the memories of his dream in a bid to discern whatever was to be discerned in a dream like that. (He was actually just looking for a clue that might tell him something about why he was having dreams like these).If he remembered correctly, the commander Wilson won. The worn out chief and his five men just did no stand the slightest chance. They were just too tired to fight forever. Tock was cut in pieces by enraged soldiers. Rock died after he got stabbed because his hands could no longer hold his sword and shield due to overexerting his muscles. Shock had taken a massive blow to the back of th
Wilson turned around and walked in the opposite direction. He passed by the cafeteria and followed the nurse as she led him to the training room a couple buildings away. They had to walk past the hospital, a building and two dormitories. Then, the nurse stopped in front of a building that was shaped like a dome. It was made of some sort of metal and the light was still on inside. Wilson could hear several yells and when he moved closer, he began to hear the sound of people hitting sandbags or other people. He could hear fire crackling and at the same time water dripping and sometimes splashing.“You can go in!” The petite nurse said. Wilson looked at her for a little while and then gave his thanks and entered.Wilson opened the door and entered. He closed the door behind and turned around to see everyone gazing intently at him. Wilson did not think too much about it and walked towards a sandbag at an empty corner far from the entrance.He looked at the sandbag. It was black and looked