Who: Ed, Liz, Kali, Jason... What: Rage and death... When: Hours after leaving the Inn Where: The edge of town Rating: TBD Status: Open, Incomplete
Whatever hope the man had left, whatever reason he had to live- it was truly gone. There was nothing and no one left. His friends, betrayed him, his loved ones, cast him aside. Family were no where to be found- perhaps on another place of existence entirely. He had no job, no purpose, no single thing to offer to this world but a spreadable curse and disease. He hadn’t bothered to change from his bloodied clothing, simply stood on the edge of town, watching the sun peaking out from between the trees, waiting for the light to hit him. He couldn’t recall the last moment he’d seen a sun rise... but he thought, perhaps it was the day he’d met Liz, years ago. If only he’d known he’d rue that day, that it’d cause nothing more but grief and pain, that he’d just should have insisted she get the hell away from him and let him be done with it then. He should have died, should have burnt to a crisp! Then Liz would never have had have to chose between he or Jason and he would have never experienced the worst pain of his life...
If she couldn’t chose for them, or if he was going to be second place, then this was the path he chose. Death. Standing from leaning against the last farm house on the edge of town, the pale, shirtless, bloodied man stood and walked out into the fields...