The Destruction of Batana

JOURNEY

　

　

That afternoon was so calm.

The orange sky looks beautiful. A red tinge looks good at decorating the afternoon sky. The king was seen drowning at the end of a glittering lake. The sound of the lake water rippled slowly. Adding to the rhythm of soothing twilight nuances. The branches of the trees were rubbing against each other in the east wind. The leaves fall with the wind that blows around the lake. Up there, the goose bird formation looked exotic, gracefully they flapped their wings. It was as if they were enjoying this afternoon.

Down here, I ran in a hurry. I don't mind the slightest twilight that keeps teasing me. I didn't even notice the cold air that hit my face slowly. I don't mind the beautiful flowers under my massage. I ignored the lake water even though thirst was suffocating me. No matter what, I have to keep running.

My hair swayed slowly to the rhythm of my body. My left hand continued to rub rough the weeds that blocked the streets. While my right hand tightly grasped a long barrel weapon that already looks worn. On my back, an 8-year-old girl fainted helplessly. Her cold body made me panic. Running like crazy.

I had to hurry to find a shelter before nightfall. Or me and this poor girl are in danger. There is no safe place in this world. Only danger continues to lurk tirelessly.

My breaths. Stop for a moment staring at the forest with a giant tree lined up tightly. Dusk is disappearing, replaced by a gripping night. I have no choice, my purpose is behind this forest. I barged in. Deftly brushed off the thickets that covered my view. Sometimes I stop when I hear a gunshot. Then it sped back up as soon as the sound disappeared.

This forest feels damp. Mosses appear to grow around the rocks. I have to be careful when I step, or I'll slip. Crickets sounded loudly filling the forest. Some fungi appear to give off a greenish glow. I kept going on alert. I don't know what danger is coming. Several times my body was hit by a sharp thorn or twig. But I don't care.

The forest is getting darker. A thin fog began to cover the road. Adding a gloomy feel. Cold sweat washed all over my body. I've been through this forest for almost three hours. I haven't found the end yet. Until my eyes were fixed on an old building on the edge of a quiet river. I rushed towards the old, unkempt building.

I turned on the flashlight embedded in my barrel gun. Find a comfortable room to rest. I put the 8-year-old girl in a leaning position. Then I gathered some firewood. Light a fire.

I tried to check on the poor girl. He passed out 24 hours ago. His breath felt thin. At least he's alive. I replaced the tube hanging on his waist with a new one. Justifying the mask position. Then change the bandage that wrapped his head.

One thing about this world. The air is no longer friendly. The earth has turned into a land of death. We humans are forced to use air-recycled tubes wherever we go. Just like this poor girl.

But I didn't. I prefer to adapt. Not a rejection. Every day I have to breathe dirty air. Makes the lungs feel heavy. Again I don't care. If there is no adaptation, how will humans continue to live.

My eyes were on the girl again. The girl who is my only sister. My family's the only. After those fucking bandits slaughtered my whole family. And I had to run away with my sister. Which is now helpless.

I decided to go outside to stay awake. At least I can gather anything useful to continue the journey. I tried to get close to the river. Taste it and put the water in the bottle. I went back around. Make sure we stay safe.

I've been around for half an hour. There is nothing interesting about this forest. I have not found any danger threatening. I decided to sit staring at the river. Several fireflies can be seen flying around it. Thin fog is also seen floating above the surface of the river. What a beautiful view. But it's not beautiful anymore if you enjoy it with a feeling of sadness.