The smell of blood filled my nose, the stench of corpses, the frightful light scared me. I was in an open field slaughter house. I tasted the stench of rotten meat and saw the opened guts of a soldier in front of me. His eyes yelled out help, his face covered in bodily fluids. Next to him I saw a severed head, only the string of bodily fluid keeping his head together, his eyes looked dead, vomit was mixed in his hair, insects ran in and out of his neck, I saw maggots infesting at his broken spine. The blackened rotting corpse, muscle and flesh strewn all over his body. I saw there were bodily fluids exiting out of hole in his body and this yellow pus-filled mess flowed down and crystallized. Tens, no Hundred, no Thousands diedlittered all over me.

Blargghgphh, Blargphh, Balprhrhh. I can’t I can’t, this was too much, I saw that I threw up into an empty eye socket of a soldier and I stepped back, no, no, no . Crack!. I turned around and saw a boy, no younger than 14 dead. He wasn’t wearing the soldier’s attire, he was a civilian running away. And what I cracked was his ribs, His skin stuck to his bones and he held a gasp when he died. I took my foot out and in it was covered with his bodily fluids. I saw his broken lung that was attached to my foot, the rotting smell that tore up this shoe, the eyes that looked at me. The eyes of a boy so young, he looked at me, his eyes asking me a single question. “Why?”

Blarpghh.

“Eos, Eos, Eos, Eos I need you Eos” I cried out.

“It’s just an illusion” Eos cried out, but this can’t be an illusion His eyes were so hollow, they looked like dead-fish. Blood flowed out of the puncture I made with my foot, they stained my entire foot, and I felt the infected yellow red liquid enter my shoe, and I felt the remains of the boy surrounding my toes.

Blargphh.

“I can’t do this Eos, take me back” I cried out of desperation. I felt little things move inside of my shoes. They tickled me, the things inside the dead boy’s body were inside my shoe. Do I have maggots inside my shoes, please no, god no.

“It’s just an illusion!” Eos cried out in desperation, “NONE OF THIS IS REAL”

Blarphgh- but nothing came out. I tried to vomit again but nothing came out. My hands were covered in sweat and vomit, I looked at them and wondered why too. Why?

“Azalea, What do you do in this situation!” A commanding voice entered, a guy, he was tall, much taller than me, he looked like a giant from my perspective. He had blood stained on his hands, he wore large steel boots and his eyes were worn out and his attire torn apart. He held the same voice that the little bird did. His eyes were that of a lone wolf. Observant, survival, killer. Killer. He was a killer.

“Survive” I whispered. I saw the small glint of a blood stained sword. I pulled it out, and got all of the defecate, vomit, blood and sweat attached to the sword as well. I pulled the sword out of the pile of bodies around me, and then grabbed a dagger nearby as well that was stuck inside of another dead person’s body. I pulled it out.

Crack. Crunch. Splurt. I felt the inside of his body breaking apart and falling. Blood, guts and organ bits still covered the entire blade. I held the sword in one hand and the dagger in another.

“Griesleh, Violets, Aigruphos” I pointed in a certain direction, saw a mirage of myself running away and then I turned to the goliath and then Stabbed him the underside of his knee joint with the longsword.

ARRGHHHH. A shrill shriek came out of his mouth resoundingly, I didn’t care though. He fell onto the ground, his hand still treating his knee that had a sword coming out the other side. I stabbed his liver, climbed to his back.

BLARPGHH. He started to vomit. Stabbing someone in the liver causes them to throw up. I took the knife out, saw blood coming out, stabbed his lung, now once he finished vomiting he won’t be able to breath forcing himself to drown in his own vomit.

I saw a large hand trying to get me from the back. Caught you, I climbed over his shoulder, and then saw that his other hand was holding his neck. I still went for it anyway. I found a small little gap between his hand and throat and stabbed him there, hoping it was the trachea. I whispered to him in a soft voice, “Bring me out or else you die”

He used his other hand to form it into a fist and then swung it down and down again. The battlefield, smell, bodies, even the liquid in my shoe, the knives, daggers, blades, his injuries started to disappear. They turned a glinted blue, like the holograms from Star Wars or Star Trek.

I saw that the vomit I produced was still real and on the floor, on my hands, the fear still going, I felt numb, incredibly numb, the adrenaline pushed me over the edge, and I fell, before I could catch a glimpse of the true reality. Falling, and falling, only darkness filled my vision.