My name is Arifis Sorrow and this is the story of how I died, I had done a grave many bad deeds in my life but going to the Desert of the Damned was the biggest mistake of my life. Tell me friend have you ever made a decision that cost you a friend, everything you hold dear and your very life? Tell me have you ever been tormented by the feral unknown’s of this world? I have and may I tell you something friend?
It wasn’t worth it.
I wrapped my veil around my mouth, in hopes to halt the sea of sand entering my crusted mouth. The sand baked down upon me and likely my friend as well, Mickael I had known him for three years, not as long as I have known most but he is a good man, a good companion and above all else a good friend.
Now Mickael hoping to find some fun in this damned desert seemed to be cradling the sun, his arms outstretched in a semi circle engulfing the sun.
I shaded my eyes as I looked up at the fading sun, dark would fall soon and when it did terrors would befall upon me.
If only then I had known that this night would be my last.
‘Mickael, come on let’s find a place to rest, dark will fall soon’
Mickael turned to me his face smiling and cheerful he enjoys this so, his light brown eyes seemed to glow as the sun shone vividly behind him, giving him a seeming glow.
His green tunic was faded and covered in sand that had been blowing since the sun had risen earlier this morning.
‘Ok Arifis whatever you say mate, here will do as good as any I think’ he spread his arms in wide questioning gesture with a cocky smile placed upon his lips ‘It is after all just desert’
I didn’t smile, I felt uneasy and as if I was being watched, you know when someone is looking at you and you get that uneasy feeling and you turn automatically to whoever is staring at you? I feel like that but when I turn there is no one there.
I nodded in response to his question; our spot was covered on all sides by sand hills apart from north, I decided to set our tent so that the opening was facing north with the fire just outside, I set two blankets up for us to sit on instead of the sand and began to cook what little food we had.
I turned the rat over again as I saw the flames tickle it’s dead corpse, I must admit rat isn’t tasty folks.
Along with the veil over my mouth I was lightly dressed in a tunic and leather pants, I was armed with a old revolver pistol and a dagger. They would do against sand snakes but not very good against much else. But there are things that I am trained for, things that they don’t teach in the army anymore, I was taught how to survive, I was taught how to find the solution to a problem, to see a weakness in a enemy and exploit it.
It was simple, I was trained for survival.
Night fell quickly after the last meal of the day, and with it I fell quickly into a sleep that would soon be disturbed. I awoke eyes wide with terror as I head a snuffling noise, a noise like a dog with its nose flattened on the ground in search of a scent. The fire was out and I saw its ashes as I got into a sitting position, sliding my dagger from its scabbard and revolver from its holster.
‘Mickael get up, there is something outside’
Michael moaned and got up rubbing his eyes ‘What the hell man why’d you wake me up?’
Then he heard it the snuffling sound and then movement and his eyes filled with terror ‘What the hell is that?’
I glared at him as I moved closer to the entrance of the tent ‘Be quiet’ I hissed at him.
I leaned out of the tent and saw something that chilled my bones, a Wolf like thing standing on two legs, wings in its back, hooves on its legs and talon’s on its hands, It’s mouth was large and brutish with wolf like fangs.
‘RUN’ I bellowed as I swivelled my revolver around and pulled the trigger before running for my life dagger in my hand and revolver in the other.
The beast staggered and I turned to see Michael out of the tent and behind me, I grabbed him as the beast swiped at him, he arched his back in agony as the talons dug deep into his back.
His scream of agony ringed in my airs as we ran into the desert ‘Come on’ I yelled at him, but he was falling behind now that gash in his back must have done more damage than I would have thought.
In the distance I caught a glimpse of something that made me falter for a second, a cliff there was a bloody cliff in the way, how the hell would we cross that?
And then the horrible truth hit me, we wouldn’t cross we would die.
‘Come on-‘ I said as a black beast slammed into Michael, he was thrown to the ground as the beast stood atop him striking, ripping and biting at his flesh.
His agonizing screams filled me with more dread and terror then the fear of death it’s self.
I had to do something I knew that much, I swung my dagger as hard as I could into the beasts flesh, It howled in a horrible manner of agony and anger of having been interrupted while eating it’s meal. I got my hand around it’s throat and dug my blade deep into its flesh, giving it the same treatment it gave my friend.
For minutes I was lost in psychotic rage of sorrow, terror and anger as I stabbed again into the beast’s chest, throat and stomach. By the time I was finished it’s entrails were mixed in with Michaels.
His body was torn to pieces his heart and lungs were ripped apart, blood splattered the cold sand, his throat had been torn out, his left eye and the left side of his face was gone to be replaced by mushy, crushed skull.
His legs looked surprisingly untouched, still with blood soaked pants and body he could well have been a walking blood donation.
I knelt by my friend ‘I’m sorry’ I whimpered ‘I’m so sorry Michael wherever you are forgive me please’
A old memory came to me that I had read when I was doing research on the desert of the damned When someone dies in the desert of the damned they come back, lost, cold and bloodthirsty at the time I thought it a hoax but now..... now I wasn’t so sure.
I looked down at my beaten friend soaked in blood and tears, sand and sorrow. His right hand reached up and clutched at my throat and I gave a shriek of cold terror as the three remaining fingers coiled around my windpipe.
I sliced at the hand wildly and was relieved as it came flying off, it’s nerves dead it fell to the ground with a thud.
I heard footsteps now heavy footsteps, like the ones of the beasts. I turned and ran towards the cliff. The footsteps were louder now as if thunder was roaring. I heard the sounds of bone’s breaking and flesh being torn off and knew that they were eating my undead friend as well as hunting me. It was close now to close, I knew I would have to face it soon; I couldn’t hide from my fate forever.
Now was the time to shoot.
I swivelled my revolver as the beast’s mouth engulfed my hand, I pulled the trigger, On reflex the beasts jaws clenched shut cutting off my arm from the elbow downwards.
A searing pain hit me like a gunshot but I knew what I had to do. I ran, as fast as I could to the edge of the cliff, armed with a dagger, half a arm, my wit and my training. I honestly which would help me least. I turned to find several of the beasts in front of me snarling and snapping their jaws at me. At that point I was insane with both grief and agony and maybe that is why I did what I did.
It was time for me to die.
I stepped backwards into the thin air and sank into the abyss of death.
I was forgotten in that desert, they sent no one investigating, our families went on living never knowing what happened to us.
And so my friend now you know how I died and you may be asking yourself what happened to my soul? It’s still there at the bottom of the cliff and every nights those same beasts sit at the top of the cliff snarling at my bones.
Remember this my friends always be true to yourself, never look back, know who you are and when you die have.... no regrets.
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