"I like you kid, you got guts. Lemme tell ya not every Joe and Sue would've spit in my face and made me eat my own words as they ate a backpack seeped with fucking potion liquid. You are also.. A sight to see when you are killing. So I'll give you some advice, eat one of these men's heart, and you'll have enough health to run away like a bitch with her tail between her legs. "

Fuelled by the energy of the blood around me, I decided to listen to him. Life was fading fast for me, I was bleeding from the start of the battle till the end, blood is oozing out every bolt wound. Not even thinking it was gross, or even wrong, I ripped the heart out of the one armed guy I used as a shield. Suddenly the world turned red.

5..

4..

3..

I was about to die. Without thinking, without second guessing I forced the entirety of his heart down my throat and chewed relentlessly.

2..

The world regained color. The bolts inside me oozed out in an unexplainable jelly like way, hitting the forest one after another.

I still felt like I was about to die though, barely could hold myself up. The blood on my body started to dry, intestines of the soldiers I just killed slid off me like a belt..

I puked as violently as I could what the fuck was I thinking!? She was a zombie of course they would've killed her.. But.. I.. I killed her husband, left their son orphaned.

Looking down at the puke pile I saw chunks of a still beating heart, which instantly made me puke again.

Just what in God's name have I done. I need to get out of here, fast. I ran with all my legs could offer to Elzare’s cabin.

I was dragging my body through the forest with guts falling off me left and right, blood dripping further down my body, along my torso swirling, down to my legs, and right into the nutrients of the green ground.

I tried my best to recollect myself, but I couldn't, not with all this blood on me, not with the faces of those petrified guards ingrained into my brain like a drill grinding into metal.

I've never killed a real human before, well not like this, I don't count Elzare’s past because seeing something on a monitor is completely different from being rained on by their blood, feeling their heartbeats, seeing their eyes.

It's all too real. I murdered 4 men and 1 woman, all because I failed to protect a girl and tried to save an undead husk of her previous self.

I started to feel as if history was already repeating itself, maybe I really am an evil person. Heavy tears fell down my face again, how many times have I cried in just these past two days?

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This isn't the world I wanted, this isn't at all what I expected, I wanted to go back. I wanted to be in my apartment eating ramen noodles looking at stupid shit people post on the internet, I wanted a fake world I could vent into, I wanted.. my mother.

I wanted to see my mother's protective eyes again and just cry while she hugged me. I knew it was childish, I knew full well that I couldn't see her again, and I knew this situation is all on me, my actions, my choices determine what happens from here.

The single image of my mother that was floating in my head started slowly fading away. She can't help me this time.

My feet heavy from walking and my body sore from the previous battles wounds, I walked. I walked further and further into the forest looking for the first place I found safety in.

The effort I exerted towards shuffling to this place was greeted by reward. The the simple, but elegant log cabin came into my view. That wasn't the only thing I saw though, sitting on top the roof cabin, dangling his nimble feet, was Elzare, carving away at some piece of wood.

"Elzare?" was all I could manage under my breath.

The slender half elf stood up, and right before my eyes vanished in the next instant. Just how fast was a level god only knows what in this world that don't follow the laws of physics? No natural order holding things back, no simple science to dictate things. Trying to erase such thoughts from my already full mind, I tried to enter the cabin and just get some rest in the bed.

Sitting on the front porch was 3 shiny red potions, a new set of armor, albeit a lot more rusty, and what appeared to a note.

The note read as follows

"You can use this place as you'd like as long as you don't cause trouble, or wreck the place. I've left some more potions in case you needed them, and some old armor. I found pieces of the armor I gave you littered in the forest yesterday, as well as a goblin fucking graveyard. Your handiwork I suppose? Regardless, It doesn't matter, I'm guessing you won, you survived, you probably leveled up. Keep on going, uhh great progress"

I could almost feel the awkwardness of his last sentence. What was Elzare's deal, why was he helping me, even seeming to care for me? I was desperately trying not to dissect the note too greatly in my current state of wear from the previous battle.

I was about to set my hand on the door knob.

Suddenly I was turned around and heard a whisper from the direction of what seemed to be everywhere. "At least clean yourself up first for fucks sake!"

"There's a river not far from where you are looking, my lodging, my rules, now hop scotch to it." As the last of his words vanished a bucket and a towel appeared on the ground before me.

It finally occurred to me the reality of being covered completely in blood and trying to take a casual nap and cry in his bed. It would probably be best for both me mentally, and for him out of consideration, to go clean myself up.

The river he mentioned entered my vision in no time at all, a peaceful little river hidden just out of sight from most. I started to try to undress myself, but many issues plagued me, the dried blood stuck my armor to me like glue, weighed it down, and make it inconvenient as all hell to even attempt to take off.

Feeling dejected, but not lost, I said fuck it and used my sword to rip apart and tear certain problem areas. After a few more minutes of struggling, my armor fell off me with a loud poof to the dusty forest ground, wind eased gently onto my exposed flesh. It was a surreal experience, I almost forgot about the wind, about my own body, or well Rosie's body.. but.. I am Rosie now. A single moment of perversion and humor to be a girl in an mmo has stuck me with the body of what I thought to be a goddess.

Almost getting excited to look at myself, those thoughts quickly died down when I saw my body. Scars were all over my body, thick gashes of discolored skin covered with numerous battle experiences. It looked like have been fighting for years in this body, but I only popped into existence here just yesterday.

More tears streaked down my face as I cleaned myself like a robot.