After The Skip (1)

Someone once said-

'The goal of all life is death.'

We're all born with death's mark on us, whatever we try to do....death is inevitable.

A groan escaped the man's throat as he gazed upon the horrifying sight before him.

It was a battlefield, bodies of allies and foes alike were strewn around everywhere, most of them were dead or was dying like the man...

Unbridled rage as well as sadness for the lives cut short made the man feel a very complex emotion....

" This...isn't.....over.", the man whispered falling down .

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I open my eyes slowly and steadily, trying my best to calm myself.

Beads of sweat flow down my forehead profusely as my breathing gradually becomes regular again.

After making sure that I was feeling fine, I get up rubbing my forehead, reeling in my urge to punch myself to lessen my headache.

" Arghhhhhhh---", I groan out frustrated.

" Urghhh....again ?!", Eric said getting up from his bed.

It's not my fault that he's sensitive to sound.