He sat on the roof of an abandoned house, not far from his former school. He watched the sun set, casting a brilliant orange hue over the azure sky. It was a fantastic spectacle to watch, except for the one watching it. He sat with his bag at his side, and his weapon resting atop of it. It was just in reach. He looked at the great ball of fire decent the Earth, as his mind was full of the memories of his friends. He looked at the ground below, thinking about how his friend once fell from that height. But it wasn't the fall that killed him, it was the bullet that he shot though his head. But even that could not stop his mind. It would race around him lightning, faster than he could keep up. And for once, he was beginning to give up on himself.
He felt the tears exit his eyes, creating a transparent film over his irises. For once, since it had all happened, Thomas was feeling lost. He was no longer a survivor. He was just another figment of this living nightmare.
I don't know why I can't stop. I can't say why I still feel. It's been lifetimes since then. This world has been what I dreampt of long ago, I fit in here. This is the world I asked for. This is the world I wished for. But this is not how I wanted to enjoy it.
My sword is mine and mine alone. My thoughts are mine, and mine alone. My life is mine, and mine alone. My heart is mine... but it belongs to her.
"...Kaseki?" She had asked me once, just briefly on who I was writing stories about. All I managed to tell her was that he was someone who was as old as time, as a parallel to his given name, which meant fossil. I would remember every encounter I would ever have with her. I don't know why. I don't know what. All I know is that with her, I reach this extreme level of ecstasy that I have yet to fully capture with words. I cannot completely capture how one's heart flutters and sings with the mere mention of her name, and much less hearing her voice or seeing her face. There is just fragment of perfection in every thing she did... but that was just it. She wasn't perfect, and she knew that, and that was what made living so much harder.
All of these zombies, I would look for her around me, somewhere, hoping that she would be there. I would hope to see her. It was not that I wanted to rescue her, I just want to know if she's out there... if she's okay... if she too, is surviving.
"To the night sky and the breaking day..." His voice monotone, hiding the deep sorrow in his heart, "To the time where I hear what you have to say..." He looked at his weapon, thinking about the great wound he could cause, "To every day where I know not what to do..." He picked up his sword, thinking about the river of red that he could begin. His eyes traced the horizon, looking for a shred of hope. "I long for the time where I can say I love you..." He rested the weapon on his lap and rose his hand to his eyes and softly wiped his tears. He was scared. And for the first time, he was able to accept that.