As I reached the fork again, I went right going down the only path that I had yet to take. I couldn’t hear any fighting down this path though at least not anymore. Sometimes I would come across some bodies, but I could not tell who is who. The bandits and us the slaves all were wearing the same style of armour. This would make it incredibly difficult to tell apart each other when I reach the fighting.
Ting!
I heard the faint sound of clashing metal, and could smell some blood. It made my stomach churn as I almost felt like I was back at the bandit camp, seeing Lance get riddled by the arrows. A tear began to fall down my face as I hit myself with my spare hand.
Shake out of it! You can not be thinking of him for now, you have to focus. I must survive for him.
“Ahhhh!”A loud scream woke me up from my dream. When I looked around, all I could see were the others with who I had set camp. The man I guard just glanced back at me. In his eyes, I saw nothing. There was no spark, they were just empty and cold.‘Will I end up like this? Is this what surviving means? To become detached from the world..is this what I want?’“It is rude to stare at people you know.”I looked away, to the floor as I heard him. Then, still feeling embarrassed, I began to brush the dust around that was on the floor.“Dude, if you are just going to do that. Take guard duty and let me sleep.&
“Uhh…”As I slowly came back to my senses, I noticed that I was no longer in the wagon, but had at some point in time been moved outside. I was in the dirt.As I slowly got up, I spat some dirt out, that had somehow found its way inside of my mouth. Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there.Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before.
After the soldier had left, I got up and sat down on the left-hand side of the wagon. The hard surface of the seat, not at all feeling comfortable. Leading to me shuffling and moving around for a few minutes trying to at least find some sort of comfort on the seat. In the end, I just gave up and focused on the roll in my hand.Then I after looking over it and wiping off the little bit of wood that gotten caught into the roll as it rolled across the wagon. I began to slowly eat through the roll. It only lasted a few seconds before the whole thing was completely devoured. I looked at my hands for a few seconds wishing that the roll was larger so that it would last more. Finally after giving up hope for a roll to suddenly appear. I began to look around myself, and try to find something interesting to look at.Around me, were ten o
Then I bounced up again as the wagon I was on went another bump, with that bump though, the screaming had stopped. As I looked around to try and see what the sudden screaming was about. I heard someone who was at the back of the wagon throw up. I looked other confused as to why they would so suddenly throw up. By the time that they had gotten ahold of themselves and were ready to talk we had already moved on a bit, and the putrid smell of their vomit had started to waft around. The smell of that was disgusting, and I suddenly found myself not wanting to know what had caused it, though I still listened in as they spoke.“Someone had...fallen off a wagon...I guess their legs were run ove
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As the thought reeled through my head, I slumped down to the ground, just looking around as my mind carried on going past overdrive and into what only could be described as insanity.I didn’t say a thing for a few reasons: one, I was in shock. I mean, I'm meant to be at work, and magic, or whatever this is, should not be happening. This kind of stuff was reserved for web novels and films. The other reason is that I was the only person around. I couldn’t see another soul that was in this white space with me.Finally raising up some courage, I yelled out hoping to prove myself wrong and that I would hear someone's voice breaking through this white world. “Hello!”....I felt like I could hear my voice echoing in the distance, but everything soon returned to the eerie silence that I had only jus
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“Get up you stinking slaves!”A sharp pain in my gut accompanied by yelling woke me up from my dream. In the dream I was back home, and was just going out to a party with my friends.Thud!I landed on the floor as the soldier kicked me again.“You slave!” He yelled while pointing at me. “Get moving or I will happily show you what it means to taste the whip! Now! Move!”I jumped to my feet and rushed past the other survivors to be the first outside. Stepping into the light, I stumbled before catching myself.