Wasteland

by Flynt Coal

Hinata wakes up in an empty world, alone, and attempts to understand the strange reality he finds himself in by use of writing in a journal. Based on a reoccurring dream I often have. (Maybe some KomaHina (friendship most likely) later on? Not sure which direction this will be going...) Rated T for swearing.

2. Days 5-9

Day 5-

Everything hurts. I just want to collapse. Four days of walking is a lot. I have blisters on my feet. Drooled again. Does this mean something?

I have no motivation to walk today. I've allowed myself a day to just sit and rest.

This is horrible. Why do I deserve this? My resolve broke so quickly, but what was I to do?

I talk to myself now too. Out loud. I need to listen to a voice, don't blame me. The silence is maddening. I need to see another person. It's all I could want.

Day 7-

I said I'd give myself one day, but I ended up with two. I couldn't even move all of day 6. I just sat there, blinking. I learned something, though. I'm not drooling. It's actually tear stains.

I walk again today. Don't think. Just walk.

Day 8-

I think I'm starting to lose it. Because I found something new. I found grass.

Green, light green, living, fresh, grass.

I can feel it. I can see it. I can even taste it, what an impressive delusion.

It's it patches here and there, as I walk forward. Scattered amongst the stone ground. I was hoping there would be fresh dirt beneath it but there wasn't. It's just growing there, out of the stone somehow.

The grass gives me hope. I'm going the right way. I'm finding something new.

Day 9-

More tear stains. Every day.

Feels a lot better to sleep on grass than solid rock. It seems the farther I go forward, the more grass there is. Now I'm even in a meadow. There's no more bare stone. The fresh green makes me feel a lot better.

In spite of my blisters, I have a new resolve. I shall walk for the whole day.