Narrative Essay On 'Live Dyrus'

"Live Dyrus! Survive in this new chaotic world that I have placed you in, for only you can change it!" With that, my new life on the world of Vanguard had begun. "How did this even happen?" - Dyrus To quench his burning rage, he decided to distract himself by thinking back to when this even started. _________________________________ *swoosh*x3 *RAA* 'How the FUCK did this happen!?’ These are the current thoughts of a person who had gotten himself lost after both him and his college buddies were chased away from their camp by a large brown bear. Of course they all ran with the intention of absolutely not dying, but one of them who was unlucky and tripped got mauled by the bear. "AHHH! HELP!" He tried screaming, but that made

WHA-!” ‘What was that?’ ‘Where am I?’ When the man woke up, he found himself in a dark location, felt really stiff, and it smelled terrible. ‘What’s going on?’ He looked up to see the clouds covering the white silhouette of the moon hanging over. 'How long have I been out? ' The sudden realization of events had confused him. *squelch* "Hmm?" Suddenly he felt something very soft, cold, and hard as well. "What is this?" At that moment a deathly silence enveloped the surrounding, he didn 't understand what it was, but he had the sudden feeling that something bad would happen. The moon had finally escaped the clouds cover, and the hazy, shining light gave had given him barely enough light to see what 's going on, but once he did he finally screamed. "AHH! Wh-What?!" What he saw was a had that had half of its face torn open, it even had some maggots growing in its eye socket. He looked the other way disgusted, but everywhere else he looked it was just full of mutilated corpses. Some had limbs missing, entrails sticking out, and even a headless corpse of a woman held what seemed to be a child 's arm in her

After a long run, by the time he realized it, he was already by the side of a large pond. "...Um?" At this point he started wondering what was going. He tried to recall his best of what happened, that 's when an uncomfortable feeling in his head started. His eyes felt very sore, and so he tried touching his face and noticed his hands were covered in some kind of black paste, he tried to wipe it off but up to no avail. He then looked at the pond again and decided to use the fresh water to wash his hands and face. He didn 't see that the black paste had started to turn red due to receiving moisture...it was