When
I was recalling the events of what I saw yesterday at the empty camp
to had to stop writing. My hands were trembling and I just couldn’t
continue on. Discovering this camp has put a real damper on my
emotions and thoughts about this dreaded place. However, I must talk
about what I saw. Or else I will not get over it. I hope. When I
turned the corner of the camp, I saw nothing but a few items. There
was no one in the camp. I looked further into the camp, there was a
chest. I rummaged through it, hoping to find something that indicated
someone else was here. Maybe they were chronicling their survival
like I am. I found some basic tools and material, even some food.
Sadly, I didn’t find a journal. I looked in the opposite corner of
the camp and I saw bones. I didn’t know what they were, much too
big for being human. Maybe they were from the Beefalos outside.
I
was getting ready to leave, but my legs stopped moving and I dropped
to my knees. I started crying. Not from pain, but from my shattered
hope. I wanted someone to be here. Hell, part of me wanted them to be
injured so I can feel useful and I could patch them up. I wanted
anything or anyone to be here. All I found was crippling
disappointment and anger. I am tired of this place.
I
found an odd looking waypoint. There were some pigs circling it, like
they were on watch. They appeared to be wearing some kind of
clothing, possibly symbolizing a tribe they belonged to. I wanted to
meet them, hoping to establish some kind of friendly connection. Out
of nowhere they shouted, “SAVE THE KING!” And they started
charging at me. I stood my ground despite being outnumbered three to
one. Despite how quickly they ran towards me, their actual fighting
skills felt sluggish. So I was able to predict their movements and
react with ease.
A
pig worked its way into a blind spot of mine and threw a haymaker
that knocked me to the ground. Another one followed up to stomp on
me. I rolled out of the way and picked up a spear. In one motion I
thrust my spear under the head of the pig. It went completely through
and the stone spearhead was sticking out the top. Blood ran down my
hand and I let the dead pig fall back. There were two left and almost
unphased by their comrade falling. I broke off the spear that was
stuck in the pig and used it to club down the next pig. I battered
this animal to the ground. I beat it so bad the handle I had was no
more than a pile of splinters.
I
heard the final pig close in on me from behind. I spun around and
threw a punch landing square on its nose. It stumbled and I walked
closer and kicked it to the ground. I moved around its large body to
the head, I lifted my foot, and plunged it into the skull of this
defenseless pig. The blow made my leg and foot numb due to how much
force I used. The sound of crunching bones and rupturing blood
vessels filled my ears and red blood covered my entire leg. I moved
my foot and a spurt of blood shot up and hit me on the face. I was
angry, almost bloodthirsty. I felt like I was on fire and nothing
could put me out.
When
I stepped back to see what I had done, I snapped out of my rage and
truly realized what happened. Tears started to well up in my eyes and
there was a knot in my throat. My stomach started doing flips until I
vomited. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. As I am writing
this, I still can’t and the very thought makes me sick. “Was this
murder?” I thought to myself. I know they were pigs, but they were
shaped to resemble humans. I even began to question my judgment. I
doubted even being attacked and I just blacked out and went on a
rampage. I will never know, because I am alone. The caved in remnants
of the curb stomped pig, the impaled pig with its eye wide open, and
the swollen pig with a bruised up face and broken bones, these are
the closest things to people I have come in contact with, and I
murdered them.
I
wandered away from the aftermath of my fight, I began to feel colder.
The wind may have been making me cold due to being covered in blood,
or that it was my subconscious telling me that I did a horrible
thing. My heart felt frozen, I could barely move. In the distance I
saw something shimmering in the sun. I felt compelled to find out
what it was. It was a rather large gold ring. I picked it up and put
it over my shoulder. It was too unique to leave behind.
The
events that transpired today are something I will never forget. I am
tired, but when I close my eyes I see the images of what I had done.
The stench of blood is still on me because I couldn’t find any
water to wash it off. I found bits of bone embedded into my shoe. I
don’t want to become a monster. I don’t want to be a violent
survivor in this world, but it may prove to be no choice.
The
fire is crackling and the warmth feels nice. I looked to the sky and
something cold lands on my forehead. I am going to lay inside my
tent. Hopefully I can fall asleep.
