Chapter 3: Chapter 03- Corpse by the rain

FUYUKI HAYASHI'S POV

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The rain… it sure is annoying.

‘As I lay unmoving in this garden of corpses,

As my torn flesh and broken bones cry in agony,

I can’t help but once again review the thought that I had just a few moments ago;

I wish to die.

But even though I say so,

Even though my soul screams for death,

A part of me still doesn’t want to bow,

A part of me still doesn’t want to go.

A part of me still yearns for something.

“Ah… I am pathetic”, I muttered as my breath slowed, my vision blurred, and maybe… I died, at least I hope so.

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NARRATOR’S POV

Dark clouds covered the far-reaching sky as the rain stopped and obliged the bottom dwellers to collect what remained for them and what remained of them on the battlefield of death where for miles not even a single living person could be spotted.

The only things that existed there were the piles of corpses with multitudes of expressions on their faces, the swarm of scavengers feasting on those who laid lifelessly, and the groups of lifeless breathing corpses who, for some reason, could still be described as the dwellers of the world of the living.

Through the passage of corpses, a bunch of men who looked to be farmers could be seen traversing through the field of death as they continued to pick up the weapons here and there from the hands of the fallen while they approached the only breathing lifeform amongst the gruesome mass of death.

“Hey, there seems to be a survivor there! What should we do?”, one of the men said pointing his finger towards a certain direction where a man who looked to be in his late teens could be seen.

His chest rose and lowered periodically indicating that he had still not died.

The farmers came to a halt when they heard the man and looked in the same direction.

There, they noticed a man who looked to be in a very bad condition as his body had various wounds on it that continued to bleed heavily without any restraint.

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Seeing his condition, the one leading the group of farmers breathed a sigh of relief.

“Killing him shouldn’t be difficult now, go and put him out of his misery”, he said almost nonchalantly to the one who had found the unconscious soldier and went back to scavenging some more weapons along the way.

The man, listening to the leader’s orders, shook his head and looked at the half-dead person lying a few meters away from him.

Faint traces of pity could be seen in his eyes but they too didn’t remain for too long as just a moment later they got replaced by a sharp glint that seemed indifferent beyond compare.

Carrying a shovel in his hand he approached the half-alive corpse lying on the ground and soon reached it but the moment he was about to put his shovel down and put the half-dead man out of his misery, the man’s eyes shot open as their eyes confronted each other for just a couple of moments after which the farmer carrying the shovel fell onto the ground unconscious, completely out cold.

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FUYUKI HAYASHI'S POV

I woke up.

No, I guess I have been awake for quite some time, I was just pretending to be asleep.

Now that I think about it, as far as pretending goes, I wonder how long have I been pretending for in this life of mine, I wonder for how long I have been deluding myself like this.

Looking around me, the only things I could see were piles of corpses, all of them with multitudes of expressions on their faces.

Faces full of agony, grief, frustration, and even happiness, these corpses were all trying to tell a different story to me.

Diverting my eyes from my surroundings they finally landed on 5 figures who were laying on the ground with terrified expressions on their faces, their bodies cut up in places as fresh blood continued to flow out of the fresh wounds all over their bodies.

The five of them were the scavengers who had just now tried to rob me of my life, honestly, I don’t know why I even retaliated in the first place, after all, after… after everything that I have done, I don’t deserve to live. I know that. And I wish for nothing but death for myself but then how and why, why do I still try to persist?

What reason do I have to even survive?

I don’t even have any place to go to either, then why do I struggle? Why?

I… want to die.

But at the same time… I wish to live as well.

So, I am going to!

“I… Fuyuki, Fuyuki Hayashi, I am going to survive!”

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