Distance

by ShadowSector

He lived most of his life not caring. He lived most of his life doing what is necessary to survive and live, rarely enjoying anything other than his long given solitude and isolation. Always independent and isolated from people and emotions. Next thing he knows, little by little, things twist and change, all in a way he is not used to, all in a way in which he grows from afraid.

1. Introduction

Victor's P.O.V

I always hated this part of the month. Always so boring and so time-consuming. Nothing fun about doing this; spending an entirety of three days searching for materials that I need. From the morning till dusk I walk around in the middle of this empty world, looking for the items that I need to have restocked for my sake and the sake of my empty town because if I don't, I'll die or everything I have will break down. It's all just annoying, going back and forth from one place to the other. The worst part of all of this is the fact that I have to listen to myself complain just because I'm a lazy piece of trash.

But of course, I always managed to convince myself that everything is fine and to deal with it because, at the cost of three cruel days of work, I in exchange give myself freedom for the rest of the month, which sounds very pleasant to my ears, the ears of a damn couch potato. Three days of hard work; twenty-seven days of peace. A good deal that is always worth it to me. Still, regardless of the amount of freedom I give myself, these three days are still sons of bitches to deal with. I haul ass from the forest to the cave, and then to my town, and then to the mountains and plains, and then back to my town. In the midst of all of the traveling, I have to fight monsters that want to be hindrances to my momentum and carry a shit ton of supplies, making sure I don't lose or forget any of them.

Of course, on top of all of that I have to feed myself, keep myself hydrated, and well rested because just like anyone else with humanity, I don't want to die or pass out in the worst possible location. Luckily, today was the last day of this monthly bullcrap. The last errand I needed to accomplish was to gather wood and replant any trees I chopped down; all of which was going very well and smoothly. My only worry in this minute, however, was the fact that it was dark and in this world, the dark brings monsters; such an annoying occurrence.

Well, as of right now, it doesn't matter since I am almost done. All I was doing was chopping this final tree. The irritating sound of my ax hitting the bark of the tree repeated over and over again. At this point in my life, such a short sound became sickness to my mind. Nevertheless, after a couple of seconds, the tree became the victim of my continuous action and fell down. Multiple pieces of wood fell to the floor, spreading across a small area. It was a nice sight; the view was a depiction of my finished work.

Ever so happily with myself, I crouched down and picked up the pieces of wood and placed them in my backpack. All I had to do now was head back home, to the town that I have built. As I stood back up, I looked at my digital watch; it was 9:54 PM. It wasn't too late that it would be a big problem, but neither was it early enough so I could have an easy stroll back to where I'm supposed to be. How much I wished it was, though.

I looked at the dark sky, plated with stars all over and one shiny white moon. It was a nice sight, very relaxing. As if nature had a cue, a nice and subtle wind began to blow, giving me a chilly feeling that gave me goosebumps. The trees around me whistled and their leaves danced along with the air, creating a nice soothing ambiance. Moments like these are always to be appreciated. Almost never are these types of moments bad.

Cutting myself off of my trance, I looked back down and turned in the direction in which my town was located. All I had to do now, was the walk. Without any further delay, I began to move my legs.

It was all very quiet. Very surprising. Normally at this point in time, I would hear tons of horrendous and monstrous sounds coming from every angle possible. Groans, screeches, crackings; all of those pertaining to the monsters that would show up on schedule. But no, none of those were nowhere to be heard from. It was nothing but the wind and my calm, silent footsteps.