Chapter Five: Bloodlust Horrors
Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: The Ground
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Starting To See
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There's sand, grainy hot sand smashed between my fingers and I dig into it, I sigh at the touch.
This is real.
This is truly real.
Satomi, I'm so sorry for you.
Sand crushing in my hands muffled the sounds fading into my ears. Water roaring in the distance, birds cawing out as their wings flap about, and the soft breeze passing me by. It pushes my hair over my lips and I blow it off softly.
It's peaceful.
It's real, here and now.
Peaceful, real this sand is and the wind brushing my hairs.
Thank god.
'Oaaawwwk'
Eerie the noise cried out, and birds flew out over the sky in a hurried mess, something's moving this way.
Shit.
A vibration comes about, shaking my view of the blue skies and I cover my mouth.
It snaps things, breaking like twigs and then the sound of metal crunches suddenly.
My eyes widened and I sink my nails into my face as the small gasp comes out from my parted lips.
Shit, shit, shit.
Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Beach
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I'll Follow You, Sengoku Akira
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"You guys, look!" Beyond the vines draping over each other, pass the quicksand ready to take another body down to its depth and the horrors watching from every side of the four people trekking its unpaid path. The monsters were waiting their every turn and the blood dripping a tainted path they would never follow after, this place is hell, this place isn't life.
"Come on!" Again Sengoku's calls out as he vanishes from the clearing of the forest and makes another direction towards the waves crashing nearby.
Akira kept up his pace; while we panted on after him, he would zip pass the roots outgrowing the ground and ducking away from the nature dangling above us, he really has a high endurance, even after what has already happened to us all.
'He's stronger than he believe he is, stronger than any of us and yet he wants to protect us burdens.'
Oomori Kanako bit at her lip at the thought, she shouldn't be so glum again, but even with Akira pulling her out of the hopelessness, she was feeling a small twinge of it still in her heart.
The thought of her senpai and her first love, Towa, was she still here, but if so where is she now, alive or dead?
Mairya grumbled passed her, his breathing came out in huff as he carried the massive computer along with his backpack. He really cared for it.
Rion took a slower pace stopping to wait for the two while Akira made his mad dash for the ocean; he was excited for the possibility of more people of being there.
'Towa might be there as well.'
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Now the salt scented breeze picked up in the four's wearily senses. Oomori lifted her tired back and a smile came over her, she stepped fast then, as the voice of Akira rang out ahead.
Oomori had no fear of following this boy; he was brave and willing to save her crying self from the bird attacking her just a few days ago. He has such kindness and strength he doesn't even recognize for himself.
He'll leads them all off this place, so Oomori will keep following him and his friends till the end.
"Heeeeeeey!" Akira's calling out, sand crushing under his feet and a joyful noise comes with his call, laughter.
Oomori passes the last of the forest, tripping up as she sprinted forwards with Mairya stopping up ahead of her and Rion skipping around the sand sweeping up with her steps.
She let her bags fly off; shadowing over her and coming back down all around her, and the repulsive taste of fine pebbles grate at her teeth. Her breast softens the fall even as the sand under her bended underneath as well, she bounced at the impact but it didn't feel like it bruised her most prized asset.
She got back quick spitting the bits caught to her tongue and Akira's still calling out with an enthusiasm like when he got on the plane; crashing in and angering a police officer. Was there a girl as well with him? Not Rion but another one, right?
"So you survived too, huh?"
Forgetting her thought process Oomori looked up as Rion grasped her arm up and they made their way over to the jumping Akira and another figure, a boy by the looks of it. Akira brings the rest of the group up to speed on the guy standing on the beach, he knows him from school, and apparently he's a delinquent. Still Oomori wasn't going to judge; here everyone counts for a great worth, life and surviving. Even she had worth in Akira's eyes, her clumsy forgetting self with big beasts.
Saji "Zaji" Kazuma, a 3rd year like Akira, Maryia and Rion are, though he isn't much for the classroom setting but he is a good kid for the most part in any rumor going on before the trip.
A white towel on his head shades over his dark complexion. While a cigarette sticks between his teeth slightly showing his teeth, still intact though not a gleaming movie star smile since the smoking perhaps. His body muscled out quite well for his age only to be covered with a baggy white shirt and black pants, he must have had a hard time after the plane was attacked the first time.
Zaji gave the girls a smirking smile as the cigarette smoked a little more but the girls whispered something as he did that. He was, as Rion puts it, a pervert to be watched out for in her experience of men.
"What is this?" Akira pointed to the wood panels behind Zaji, he turned back pulling out the cigarette to talk as the group stepped close to see the thing on the sand.
It's a raft.
A badly constructed one, jagged spikes come up from the hacked pieces and the rope wrapped about every possible place and wasted on it as well and the gaping holes staggered between the planks would plunge anyone stupid enough to take it out today, but a raft all the same.
A way off this island.
Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Airplane Remains
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I See The Horrors
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A foot, no, rather a claw the size of two arm lengths wide colored a molded yellow and spiked out from a mad cluster of colored feathers clenching the sand. This is what I found my gaze upon, daring to look up as the shadows passed over me while I squinted open my eyes at this.
A monster.
A freakish monster with claws that could rip my flesh just by accident if I startled the thing.
Eyes, beady black orbs peer over my own and I don't breath as I hold its gaze.
It makes a sound, I think it dropped out its tongue wagging it about before stalking off with its heavy steps. I lay still but my heart ramps up its tempo.
Steps away and the crunching bits of metal resound as the air comes back into me in a panted gasp.
There is a monster.
There is a giant, freaky-ass monster near me.
I grasp the sand beneath my palms and open my eyes wide to the blue skies overhead me, just to stare into its vastness then. The sound of the monster's steps faded from my ears, my heart settles at that.
The smell of gas and firewood brewed around me, why is that?
Oh.
Fire, the flames in the plane, the fire that sent flashes of Satomi into my thoughts before, all of that brought me here lying in the sand to looking up at the sky so blue and the monster with the deadly claws.
Where am I?
My vision narrows and the blue sky goes gray before I can pull myself out of it, I fall back into a sleep or maybe a blackout, I'm not sure. I just know I'm exhausted and pain comes over my chest before it all goes away.
At the second the black enveloped and I start to fall into this black veil I hear it. The monster squawking in a fearsome voice and the ground shook a moment in my dulling senses.
It sounded afraid and screaming for help, it might get killed by the sounds of its cries.
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Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Beach
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Setting Sail for Hopelessness
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Upon the beach Sengoku's group made a shocking discovery on escaping the island from Zaji and his own group, there was another island in the distance of the beach they were at and it only took a sturdy raft to get there. A way to reach another island without the monsters hunting their every step and maybe, just maybe, a way to get home from there.
After that hope of light was discovered and the group cheered it on they decided to help Zaji on his plans of leaving. Sengoku thought of how this escape plan would make everything right again for the burning of the plane and Hades' words of everyone dying here wouldn't come to be truth, Sengoku smiled at the guilt fading off his shoulder and the light feeling of success shrouding him now.
They were going to make it, away from this hell and finally go home and never look back to this nightmare.
Awhile after the group set up camp on the beach, along Zaji's every attempt to do perverted thing to them as well, three teens came upon the beach dressed in school uniforms.
After the first monster attack on the plane the three students and Zaji bolted from the plane and were on the move since then winding up on the beach after some time trying to escape the other monsters of the island but for now safe as it appeared now.
They greeted one another to Sengoku's group, they all had been close classmates of Class 2, and somehow they stuck together during the crash.
The tallest of the three with light brown hair and thin framed glasses threatening to fall off, Yoshimoto Masakazu, a 3rd year like Rion, Maryia and Akira were but from class with Kouhei-kun. Next to him was, Mukouda Mina, a ballerina figured girl with a china doll face shaped nicely by her long black hair. Lastly, Tanaka Masanori, an easily forgettable-faced boy squinting most of the time but other than that there wasn't much to say about him.
With names exchanged and short mentions of how they all lived up till now they went into trying to figure out what of the creature on this place and Sengoku's group began to explain what they had found out now.
Mairya pulling out his computer displaying the encyclopedia of extinct animals and to appear first sent the three other students into a panic.
"That thing ate Miyazaki!" Mukouda gasped pointing a sharpen nail at the screen; annoyed as Mairya was at her action he stayed silent with his bitter comment, she was terrified, getting angry with her would not do much at the moment but send her off crying and probably eaten up.
"That thing is called an Andrewsarchus." Mairya pressed on zooming into the info graphics of the page and the creature expanded in size.
There it stands towering over a comparison picture between it and an average human male. It enormous and most of its body is its jaw, like a crocodile, a set of teeth pointed to stab into its prey and lock drop with no hope of escaping its bite. Andrewsarchus a creature you never stand still around or you're done for in a second.
The body just by the looks of it is formed from an illegitimate mating of a hideous boar and a werewolf: take the size of both those creatures and stretch it out to being the size of a semi-truck.
Zaji stared into the screen muttering a string of words while the three others whimpered at the monster that killed so many of their friends.
"He is the most powerful extinct carnivorous animal." Mairya debriefs to the group on the basics of Andrewsarchus but now the calm intellectual expression is gone from his face and replaced by something so grim that mortal terror seems ready to eat him alive.
A white shoe comes up on Tanaka's temple knocking him over as Mukouda shrieks at the sudden attack. Zaji of course doesn't seem any more or less concerned with the fact of a carnivorous killer king so while everyone is shit scared of the thing he's ready to move on and ease the tension building up with the groups.
"You bastards are so 'effing depressing!" He stands up from the crumpled pair and gestured out the water with an open hand.
"Yoshimoto said it himself! Those monsters won't go out to the beach!" Zaji shouts it out facing away from the group and off to the ocean washing in and out with its tides. Then he swung back with a dead serious look of resolve with his hand still pointed to the water.
"It's safe!" Yoshimoto said.
At the Akira jumped into the conversation with this news coming up now.
"Say what! Safe..?" He blurts out as his mind flashes over the fact of having a place where they wouldn't need to worry over monsters looking for them. It was relieving and shocking.
Yoshimoto spoke at his half warrant words to explain why this was to be true.
"The level of living is different." He starts, gaining the entire group's attention and adjust at his glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose then.
"Since the large herbivores that are bait for those guys can't live here, those things won't be here."
Akira blinks speechless at that but a smile crossed over his paled expression. Rion stuttered out a worry on this as well as Oomori but their worries are put to rest quickly as Yoshimoto explains further into what he has figured out during their stay on the beach.
Yoshimoto laughs waving a limp hand to his face as the girls' questions come to an end.
"Oh, oh. I've explained a bit too much, huh?" He turns to Mariya with an eerie face; a creepy mix between happy and staring, a face filled with secrets beneath it but you'll never be to sure what it is they are hiding from you or if it's nothing.
"Since the 9 year running Top-of-the-Grade genius is over there," He pauses turning his body to Mariya, "Right top student Mariya-kun?"
Mariya glances to Yoshimoto but with confusion not annoyance to the odd face before Yoshimoto turns away and Sengoku ask some silly questions to Maryia.
"Who knows, I don't even know him." He stuffs the computer back into his pack ending the questions Akira while he goes on muttering something of his own before jumping off to wherever Zaji went.
If we can just do the raft, we'll be saved!
The thought pounded on in Sengoku's head and his hope renewed without ever knowing the darkness already ensnaring the three students they just met today.
Such darkness would be him back to the cruel reality they are all in; here is death and hell not heaven or safety.
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Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Airplane Remains
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I Taste The Horrors
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Fire.
Ash.
Blood.
Sweat.
All of this swoons my senses. Thoughts, pains and confusion flood back in now. I can feel my mind churning with everything from before awaking now. My heart begins to pound in my ears, a low roaring comes of the sounds and a hot veil cloaks my skin.
I was running, pounding across the airplane aisles with fire reaching out to burn. All the while visions of Satomi flashed out during it all and a bottomless hold drops inside of me.
I was running knees ached from the beating as the plane flipped and bashed about in the crash. My eyes grew narrow every time I tried to stay awake. I was running, hands clammy and my back flaring with needle pricks of pain at every breath my ribs allowed.
I was running to escape a burning plane. A plane I stepped on to send me to death, but not like this. I wanted to redeem my trusted ones and stop The Blessing or at least stop Yamanashi if I died too quick in my attempt.
I saved myself when I could have just let the fire take me, consume my oxygen and leave my lungs withered up. I could have been done with this life. I could have died, never had to wonder what is happening now or that monstrous thing cawing before, I could have done all that, could of died.
I inhale a crude smoke of the reality I am actually in now. It bears a burnt after taste to it and the tingling over my tongue makes me want to vomit now. Air stiff with oil, salt, and burning stings at my eyes but the taste is far worse It excites my heart, but my thoughts grow silent as my heart's beating goes up a notch.
I feel like I could kill someone now, but it is still too relaxed, premeditated and not impulsive or fiery. Impulsive like when I take someone's neck and it goes all the way around, I like that death; clean, powerful and most importantly quiet compared to a firing round upon another gang turf.
I grab at the sand beneath me again, dry and warm feeling, I know this is real but I cannot accept that still. I just want to sleep and make the world go back to normal.
Where am I?
I want to get up and see, but it still hurts. How am I not dead?
I let the sand spill from my weak grasp, it leaves my palms dry yet they started to sweat. I sigh out with the pain thudding in my heart still. What has happened? Why have I lived and not died by now? I am lost and in pain but with no more than that, I have no other clue and no way of going on to The Blessing.
The words of The Blessing send me out of the grey matter in my thoughts and doing what impulsive told me to do since I had awoken and met that monstrous creature.
I open my eyes and rise up.
My eyes split open from the darkness and too much light catches my vision. I squint at this odd site around me now.
There is water pulling in and out from the baked brown sand coating the ground, the water takes its leave from the sand, and back into the rest of the blue water while sparkling with the sunlight overhead.
My skin feels warm and a bit stretched like dried leather as I bring my arm up to my forehead beading up with sweat.
What is this?
A thing, what is that place in those folded-oh pamphlets, right!
In Guam there was piles of these weird folded up paper that are called 'Pamphlets' all over the hotels and their shops called 'Gift Palace' but somehow not many people would read them regular or they just threw them away, how odd.
In one of them it explained the weird sandy place people ran to during the day, or even nighttime where fires would be set up for the masses still outside. Apparently it's a 'Beach' a place for summer time fun and where people go swim, play and something called 'Tanning' as well, though that sounds like a cooking procedure than a 'summer past time.'
So here I am on a beach, the smell of fire smoldering a toxic smell and blood in my nose are all around but I don't see anyone else or hear any as well. A beach and no one but I is here to see it all. The black smoke keeps a good fight to cover the blue skies, the ungodly smells seeping into my throat and no one is here to explain it to me, so I sit there staring into the skies above me.
It's really pretty. I think I like the beach now.
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With the salty breeze taking the fire's smell away and my legs tingling a little less I finally get up from the sandy spot. The world spun sideways. I tripped over a rock at some point so I lost my balance and landed back in the sand. I sat back down for a little while longer waiting for the black spots to fizzle out my vision. By then the safety of the beach was fading out for me.
That creature's caws echoed across the waves splashing inwards to the sandy beach. More birds, so high into the sky, chased onwards into the trees, which don't look normal to me it must be a beach thing as well, and cry out as the sun sets down to an almost night-time hour.
I don't even remember how long it has been, a day or two have pass maybe. October 4th feels like a week ago, but that is very different from logic, I would be starving or dead if I had slept for that long of a time without memories of it all.
The cawing continues, wings of the monster flapping madly in the wind and I hear its bizarre war cry again as it moves closer to the beach. I take my hands into my bag grabbing out the long metal resting in there and stand up ready to swing away at moment.
It comes right then, stomping across the sand and clacking its bright beak as it cried out.
This freakish thing that started to squawk and fluff out its wings as an act of making itself bigger than its scrawny form was normally charged towards me. This bird like thing mashed together a pitiful form of a month old robin then torn up it's feather and shoved a piles of piss colored feather all over it but the size was far from any bird I've ever seen before, this was basically a towering horse but morphed to appear as some freakish bird monster.
It came up faster than lunging out its beak to strike me through right then and there.
So that's how it fights, interesting.
The bird catches its talons in the sand pocket, its feather flying off and it saliva landing on my face as it tries to turn my way but it starts to flopping about but it goes down still. I take my chance right then and swing down the blade into its skull, it goes right through with a cracking sound and the bird jolts upwards to free itself of the metal lodged into it head, so I bring my foot over my bat pressing harder than and find the red come spitting up at me before I realized the bird was dead. Its blood oozed out and bits of pink matter accompanied the flow of blood out the cracks in it skull.
Dam it has one hell of a weak head.
I pick up a piece of brain, it slips off my fingers with a splat and leaves a gooey film on them. The bird's brain is quite pink, like sakura petals only these would be mushy and wretched after a day in the heat, and this will stay that color till another hour or so passes by. I flick the wad back at the bleeding bird and pull off a piece of it skull, it takes a bit of time to crack of the skull still intact but it crumbles off still and I go about rummaging through the oozing head. Sliding my hand over the front of the brain I find a nerve still attached so I pull it forwards and wet popping noises comes with the nerve.
Hanging off it was the bird's eye, a black orb the size of a three human eyes, as it rolled around in my hand the pupil landed up and stared back with a hazed over center, like a statue or a painting.
"Must taste good then."
I tug the nerve off and toss back the eye into my mouth.
It's cold and to large to suck on for long but for what the taste of it is, it leans on something salty like fish soup and a bit tangy like a dried up plum. My jaw starts to hurt at the mass so I bite through it, and the taste amplifies but the tangy taste is gone. liquidity and with a bit of a sticky under coating to its texture now it clings to my gums a bit. Still animals after death taste incredible, I'm glad for that much. I pick up the other eye squeezing out the substance into my mouth still it's tasty to my buds so I take a piece of its brain and mash it up like a meat bun and eat it. Even better than the eye, the brain tastes like those mini meat patties Bo-chan use to sneak to me during the long hot seasons.
I wipe the blood off my gloves and brush my fingertips in the sand finally getting the goo to come from them. My stomach feel full and swelled, least I won't starve as of yet.
I stand up patting off the sand. By my feet the splattered blood had stopped flowing and sat in the sand in a darken puddle. I walk over the bird's fluffed body and hear something snap in it as I jump off and take my bags from the ground behind it.
Would anymore of these birds come after me, do they track by smell, is it a herbivore or was I in the foul for its attack on me? Curious questions came up as I flipped back to the dead bird and it slack jaw expression. For what I know about birds is useless now, I didn't even know there was such a bird like this in the world. Does it come from the continent, Africa, or is this one of those small specks of islands off of China and India?
I stare at it a bit longer finding it annoyed the way the eye sockets, now empty, showed right through to it shredded brain, though that was my own doing since my stomach growled for more and I gave into it still. I take the bat to it beak with the bloody blade rising up over my shoulder. It doesn't break, not even a scratch, so I keep at it till the yellow thing spilt across and revealed out it lumpy tongue dripping with saliva still.
Damn thing should have been eaten up by it own soon than let me kill, I still want more of the brain.
"I should take some of it." I bring down the bat as I looked over the bird again, the annoyance gone but the want for that meat only grew. I turn away.
"Nah, too much mess. I'll find another soon." So that settled it and my mouth stopped watering right then.
"Where to?" I looked up and saw the fading colors in the skies, night was coming quickly so I walked ahead to the trees and parted with the sand still catching my footing. There the bizarre trees stood draping the forest ahead and I stepped into the dark place brimming with sounds.
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Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Ocean
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We Move Onwards
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"WHAT IS THAT THING?!"
Stretched out far beyond any possible nightmare that predator, Andrewsarchus, had been to the students by the ocean now lay in a burning pile of what reality use to be now that this new threat came to be.
Basilosaurus is its name.
Its teeth filed out in stacks of blades upon even more blades to rip anything stupid enough to enter its territory, even a crippled Ambulocetus knew to never swim out to such waters and sit there dumfounded.
Bursting forth from the blacken water it rose killing swiftly the remaining class three students who desperately paddled out to what was mere a mirage of an island now screamed for a split second for mercy but only teeth met their cries. Their blood gushing out in the dark waters but no one would ever see it.
No one would even remember them in due time, just as all things have their course in this life even swifter now that humans have become living, breathing demons beneath their skins on this island.
Humans have been so easy to corrupted, wasn't that the how point in making them, right god?
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Daylight Hours & Unknown Day
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Current Location: Ocean
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We Move Onwards
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"R-Rion-RION!" Akira shook at Rion's body and pleaded with it trying over and over like broken record to get her to awake. It wasn't working. His mind was screaming, breaking down and couldn't think of what he should do to help her. The blood kept dripping over her breast, it kept its vivid red color and continued to stain her body. It just wouldn't stop now.
"Why isn't this. Please! Oh god! Rion Wake up!" He grabbed at her shoulders, rocking her back and forth but her neck lay limp and nothing came from her lips.
He clasped her cheek, so cold now. It had to because of the water, yeah that makes sense, it wasn't because she was dying.
She can't be dying! Not here, not like this, Rion is everything, brave, beautiful, she's everything I have left.
He grabbed her face screaming out her name, the fear was welding inside of him pouring down so much guilt he wasn't about to give her up to death. He pinched her nose again and put his lips against her one last time.
Please, RION!
The salt burned at the back of his throat, grainy and bitter-tasting it kept him alert as his lips sealed on Rion's pale lips and he started to blow in all his air to her mouth, her cheeks puffed and deflated as he went up for more air.
"Come back! Rion Please!" His eye spun and his knees wobbled in the wet sand as he tried to look back at her eyes, there a wet sound of splashing came into his ears.
"Rion!" He took his hands to her face and she started to cough more. Her mouth opened with a gasp as her eyes wearily opened to the blurry figure hanging over her body.
Too far away still to see Akira's relief of Rion being alive was Oomori, Maryia and Zaji all drenched and distraught looking headed in from the water and spoke softly of what had happened only moments ago. Oomori held her sides tight as her shirt soaked up the water on her skin and the chill of the wind caught her off guard, Maryia stood panting while Zaji stare out to the sky with a lost expression.
"They're dead." Zaji whispered out not even such he was talking a loud but they all looked out to the water and mumbled an agreement to that. Zaji sighed out and his hands shook as he spoke again.
"Tanaka, Mukoda," Zaji paused a moment, "Yoshimoto too.." His face fell then and he stared down to the ground with such a look it bordered on a breakdown right then and there, but he lifted back up and shouted at the top of his lungs instead. Oomori and Maryia barely moved at that, their eyes still lay watching the ocean water take out further the remains of the raft. The very same raft that held such high hopes of escaping here.
"Damm it! What have we been working towards?" He kicked up a cloud of sand and faced away from the two before Maryia piped up.
"Wait a minute, what about Sengoku?" Oomori turned at that question and all three looked off to the left and there in the distance was a figure on the beach. They ran to it and found him there huddled over another body.
Pressed against his chest Rion lay in his arms as Akira smiled and cried at the sight of her, his Rion-chan was still alive. Her wound bled out onto Akira's clothing and made it look like he was just as hurt. As Oomori and the rest came up to this sight she flipped out and tripped over to the both of them readying herself to save them both right that instance.
They stayed there on the ocean front not moving an inch as Oomori rushed to stitch Rion up, blood splattered the sand beneath them both but Oomori remained quiet and focus on the threading needle in her hands. The boys stood guard all around the two women, torches lit and weapons ready to kill with listening for a beast to come upon them, finally the night grew short.
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Rays of a sunrise came up on the horizon and they all passed an all needed sigh of relief once Oomori declared Rion patched up. Rion slept quietly as the sun went up on all of them but the rest stood awake as the fear of letting her die now crawled under their skin. Akira lay beside her, his eyes remained locked on her on her clam expression and let his hands lightly brushing her long, long hair, each strand of it blacker with each stroke he took to will his heart to settle.
She is alive, alive and not bleeding. Rion-chan, you're alive.
Soon his hands lay still and rested upon her cheek. He found his heart beating normally and his eyes wearily so he let them shut as he saw Rion inch closer into his palm.
Rion-chan, thank god you're here.
He drifted off then with Rion finding more comfort upon his hand while she slept still. Oomori looked back to the pair and smiled at their sleeping selves, sweet and young love was there to bloom. Just maybe they'll flourish even in this hell and stand above it all. She giggled and turned from the two as her thought winded up with such romantic thoughts. Mariya and Zaji merely shrugged at the sight and Oomori little laughter, though it was cute none the less to the two guys, so they continued on their watch while they slept.
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"...So what next? What should we do?" Akira spoke up as the group gathers the last of their gear, so much happened in one single day, so many lives already taken away. So much evil had fallen upon the people they once knew, it is scary and Akira want to shut that door permanently, just as the rest had so loudly wished in their own thoughts.
"No matter what, we got to treat Rion's wounds first..." Oomori states to the group without her usual uncertainly and they all agree to it. Rion starts to protest, claiming she is all right for now and not to make a fuss but there Akira barks at her for being stubborn and they squabble for a bit until she gives in and Oomori sighs so relieved at that.
"Let's move away from here the salt air isn't good for her wound." Maryia taps away on his laptop, the comment passes his lips, and the group packed a little faster while he typed on.
With the packing complete, they scan about the sand for anything left out started piling up the bags. Unaware of the group's departure occurring Zaji was on a stroll to the beach shore.
He bit the cigarette in his lips, and strolled on with his sights hanging low on the pieces of the raft still floating into the sand. Scraps of the raft lay at the shoreline, shredded to splinters the wood and soggy ropes bob in the water and there among the wreckage was something catching Zaji's attention. Bending over he pulled up a thick piece of wood unharmed by the looks of it, but that was only a hanging for what was it would really be used for soon enough.
"HEY ZAJI! WE'RE HEADING OUT SOON!" Akira hollered over to Zaji, still fumbling about with the raft piece, once he took Rion up from the ground.
"Uh...All right ! Just give me a sec," He stretched out his arms to a stubby branch of the wood and wrapped around something on it as he called back to the group. ",I'll be right there!" He stood back a moment glancing up to the thing he wrapped on to and ran back to the group already in motion to leave the beach for good.
Upon that piece of wood hang a pair of bloodily tennis shoes.
"Later Yoshimoto."
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End of Chapter 5
Next up: Chapter 6: Unguarded