Despite knowing that death has chased him his entire life, only now did Emil actually realized how it felt to be chased by death itself.
Weak, hopeless, and was already a walking fountain of blood it seemed to Emil that this is the last soil he would trod. He might have slowed himself down for suddenly a pale hand swiped its way to his abdomen and caused a severe scratch. Yet his instinct was still there and with a swift slash of sword on his left a head came tumbling down. It gave Emil a little taste of victory until a dozen more emerges, illumined by the glorious light of the moon. Moonlit agents of death.
Emil gathered himself up and forced his numb legs to once again work for him and outrun, though a bit folly, the inevitable. About dozen of pale creatures was on his back now groaning, shouting at him.
“Rip it all to pieces!” He heard the creatures shout at him.
It caused him to run a little more faster. Still the pale creatures kept up behind him, inching their way to close the gap between them while also between death over life.
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“Bloody lepers!” Emil cried and once again ran for his dear life, knowing very well that it would just only delay his end.
Emil felt a searing pain on his abdomen where the scratch had occured. The wound got wider because of his ceaseless running. Emil managed to carressed the wound along with the pain and did not stopped. It slowed him though. There was a hint of soft, wet bloody garment he felt protruding his wound. How Emil wished that it was his only a cloth from his Gambeson but heavens it was guts starting to pour out of its place. Horrified and exhausted Emil decided to finally cease and prostrate himself under the night sky.
“Oh God! You may end it now, forgive all of my sins!” Emil whispered with the last of his remaining breath hoping that the chill of the night would carry it to the Creator above. He crawled towards the nearest tree while several lepers started surfacing out in the darkness behind him. He never thought how comfortable it was for him, the dead pine tree he was leaning. The dead pine tree that would soon serve him as his deathbed. How daunting it was for Emil as he saw the first wave of lepers went for his lower limbs.
“60 years of surviving amidst these freaks…” Emil cursed in his lowest of voice as he watched their teeth dig deep unto his legs. “and in the end they still are the reason of my dawning.” He closed his eyes and never again did mind the grim state he was at and instead chose to stare at the blank tormenting sky.
Yet at last I am truly, eternally free.
The sky roared and together with the tears that ran down Emil’s cheeks was the pour of rain.