Silence

I sit in silence. complete and total silence. What is this? what has our world become? I can't remember when the world was full of life. Bustling with noises. Silence is now the only thing we hear. What is life? Is this new age here to remind us of who we are? of where our place is among the gods? I could have been spawned in any era. Yet I was created in this awful timeline. Silence. I am left alone with my thoughts. Like I usually am. But I feel different. Like someone, somehow... I quickly turn around. My ears must deceive me. Silence as usual. My wishful thinking that someone might want to sit together tricked me. It is true I am becoming mad. The people's gossip has become reality. Silence. When I attempt to socialize, to share my thoughts, people think I am crazy. As if I'm talking to my self. I don't talk to my self. I think to myself. Im simply a strange person.

It is now evening. I have crawled out I'm to the real world. and what for? To be wronged? to be fed watery, scarce soup? to be put out into the war zone and fight for my life in order to prove my allegiance to this crud place people call a society?! I contain my anger and line up for food. today is chicken soup. Though usually, there is only one piece of tiny chicken. The rest is simply bone broth. I get my tiny tin and quickly scurry away before- "Oi, Roberts! We need you in the zone. We are short a few from last week." This must be one of the gods punishing me for my ancestors. "Yes." I turn around and follow the guard into what I believe is a total and complete trash truck. It reeks, it has trash everywhere, and the people driving it are only doing it so they can scrap up enough change to buy a decent hut. The shaky roads my stomach turn. The gun in my hand feels wrong. Though this isn't my first time, it feels like it. Just less tears and sweat. We get to the gates, and quickly get placed. this is how we kill them off so we don't have to deal with them in the future. The Chief beats the gong. We all position our guns. He takes many scraps of animals and placed them in the catapult. we take deep breathes. Someone yells. The catapult is fired. Seconds later, what you would think is a million monsters swarming at you comes our way. Zombies, scorpion men, goop monsters, mega bunnies, you name it. The all start dropping as we all start firing. I never let go of the trigger. As I reload, others take my place. The mini gunners are overheated. That's where the bombers come in. I never fail to flinch at the first boom. I can hardly see what I'm aiming at through all the smoke, but I never quit shooting. Sweat is puring out of me and onto my gun. I don't quit. Someone gets their finger torn off at the entrance. I don't let go. Rage is pouring out of me. I feel every atom in my body rush. I got trigger happy. My gun needed to be reloaded. The commissioner was yelling at me to go. I looked around and realized; The Snake people were slithering in through a gap someone forgot to fix. I didn't hear anymore. I felt my world was ending. If they got any further... I couldn't move. I was stuck from shock. while I was loading off, people were risking their lives to try and get my dumbass out the field. I was the reason Uma was dead. Because I went trigger happy. I was the cause of someone's death. I killed a non- mutant. I murdered a human being. Silence.

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