The War Ends

Plotline: Main

Type: Society

You'd be amazed what people will throw into the ocean; or rather, I was.

On the very day I awoke, grumpy and gummy-eyed, someone threw a sack into the shallows. I wasn't curious, originally, until it started thrashing.

Now, I'm okay with adults committing violence on adults, but less so when they abuse children and animals. Yes, it happens in nature all the time.

People. Choose.

Anyway, it wasn't wrath or justice or anything like that, but simple curiosity.

I slashed open that bag, and beheld a human baby. A boy, if it matters. His lungs were already full of water, and I should have just made a meal out of him.

Instead, I raised him up above the level of the water, and carried him to the shallows. People have notoriously bad instincts, but his seemed to suffice for puking water out of his lungs.