Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-28929139-20170918053130/@comment-28929139-20170918053337

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It seemed to be a running theme that Ryouta would only find sleep involuntarily and be rused by bad news. But at least this time, he would have slept for an apt amount of time before the rays of the burning sun would bite at his eyelids. When he did finally awake, he would find that his face was aching and that stink he received on his arm was starting to itch hotly. The vivid images and sounds over the past three days were fresh on his mind, but he could not remember which way was home and what direction lead to the land of Plains. He only knew  he was in the middle of a that it was hot and it hadn't rained for two months and a week.

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So with nothing else to lose, Ryouta just started to walk. And for a whole day he did that with a dry mouth, an empty stomach and slow-cooking skin. All through his trek to....somewhere, he could feel that bee sting throb and if he didn't know better, he could have sworn he was hearing voices. They were telling him different things, but he wasn't all the way there to understand anything but that he needed water. The day seemed to stretch on and his vision kept blinking and going out and turning colors. He could hear the snarls of wolves or coyotes closing in around him but never did he see them. He also heard other things, like the laughter of people as well as the despaired cries of them. He saw images of children laughing and playing in long dried up waterholes, and their blissful mothers cutting up fruits to serve when the little tykes got tired.

But after enough hours of being under the sun and that damned bee sting throbbing on his arm, he'd finally collapse just several feet shy of the main village in the plains. And the moment he did...that's when all those wolves he swore he heard but never saw would pounce.

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Barely an hour later...

Ryouta knew that he was dying, he could no longer feel anything beyond the edge of his face yet every single inch of him still hurt. But those voices who had been plaguing him all day would tell him to wake up and look ahead.

"Oh yeah....mom....Shizu-..." He had to close his eyes from feeling heat sting his eyes.

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