Adventure In The Dark
Tragedy 532 - Loss
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Dorothy turned her way. He returned to the place where his village was before it was destroyed along with the beach sand.
Taps!
He stopped his steps as soon as he arrived at the land that became his village. The place was instantly destroyed.
His heart broke as his net caught several bodies lying on the sand. The bodies were none other than the citizens who died in the dispute a few moments ago.
With teary eyes holding back tears, Dorothy slowly approached them and checked one by one the helpless drooping bodies.
Eyes circulate. Looking from one side to the other. None of the bodies died unharmed.
Most were injured, spitting fresh blood from their body parts until the fishy smell was so noticeable in the air.
Dorothy has no power to hold water, he said. Cry broke. How not? He considers all his citizens like his own children.
Dorothy continued to tread limply until she finally fell on the sand away from the few corpses she saw.
There, he sobbed without having the courage to stare towards the corpses that made his heart torn apart to endure the pain.
Left behind by the people he loves. Although he had experienced it, but still always made him hurt.
This is the third time in his life, having to part with people he considers family.
Heart's broken. I don't know who he's gonna complain to.
On this very remote island, he was only one. No one can be asked to help him, or even just a place to lean when his tears fall to see his people killed.
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Lucky among all the collapsed buildings, he still had his arsenal. Inside there, there was still at least a little room for him to take shelter from the cold night air when sleeping.
All he needs now is to find twigs and wood to make a campfire which he will then use to burn the fish he catches.
Some of the bodies of the people who died in the dispute, he buried.
The time is even up to bury one by one the bodies lying there.
Dorothy wiped away the sweat that soaked her forehead. His body really looks chaotic, some parts of his face dirty and not a few parts of his body decorated with blood spots from some of the corpses he buried.
"Maybe this is enough," murmured Dorothy who had quite a lot of taking twigs in the forest.
"I'd better get back before it gets darker." Dorothy turned around and was about to return to where her village was.
His already limp steps were helpless, and his energy drained, making his steps unbalanced until it finally fell to the ground.
Bruk!
All the wood he collected was scattered on the ground. Dorothy grimaced in pain. He wanted to get up, but his body felt so powerless.
At the same time, Derek who was visiting and trying to find Joe down to arrive in the forest.
"Joe!" he kept combing the forest.
He stopped his steps when he heard the sound of something clashing violently with the ground.
"Joe?" said. He ran towards the origin of his voice.
Once there, Derek saw Dorothy who had managed to wake up limped.
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