The Dance Of Life

The Dance of Life

By: Rysaac

The search for a place we can call home, the search for a place that could shelter us from the horrid truth of this despair-filled country, we kept telling ourselves that, hoping and praying that this time, maybe it would be the escape we needed. A world full of horrid monsters out to claim their territory in this existence; A world we had no place in. Yet, it was a world that we still fought for.

Maybe the world did really need a new owner. Maybe, this fight we fought would be the last to ever be recorded by us here.

We found a place. It’s nothing special- a tiny cave, perhaps something lived here, died here. Finally, we can rest from the horrors outside, probably just waiting for us to make a wrong move, probably waiting for one of us to stop surviving and start living, probably searching for a place they can call home too. Somehow, these creatures aren’t even that horrid, almost human, and maybe, just maybe, more empathetic than us too. Well, definitely, more empathetic. We definitely aren’t.

We hunkered down in the cave, shivering, all screaming curses beneath our breaths, surviving like the plants outside. I swore I could hear Jessie and Alan confessing their feelings as though they were about to die. Isaac tried to keep us to together, to keep us surviving, but eventually I knew Isaac would realise as I have that we would just extend the clock for humanity by but a moment. Still, I fought, not for justice or for survival, but because I wanted to be occupied.

Then maybe, I wouldn’t have to think about the monsters waiting just outside the door.

Aris and Weiss too tried to keep us together, preparing the last few meals we had left, trying to help with the injuries we’ve sustained, trying to show again what it meant to live. Everyone else just sat there and waited; waited for the monsters outside to send us somewhere better; waited for a saviour that wouldn’t come. All the while, some of us getting ready to step outside to find salvation for the people within our walls. Some heroic, some ready to die, some without reason.

Everyone reasoned with me, trying to stop me from venturing beyond the walls of safety and confinement, trying to stop me from experience life again. With their wills alone though, their weakness showed in their arguments, and I convinced them somehow to let me out to get food for everyone who’d already agreed to live in the cave for the rest of their lives. The sun shining into the cave is just waiting for me a step away.

And this time, I wouldn’t make the mistake of letting my only chance go. I would live, maybe for a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a month, perhaps even years, and I would finally stop surviving, and start to live.

The sun looked so beautiful for the first time...