Broken

A Simple Release

I wake in the early hours the next day. I look outside like a child trying to peer and eavesdrop to a conversation they are not allowed to hear or see. When I believe I am safe, I take a few steps into the world. The Desolate Sea surrounds me.

I cringe at the idea that I am now alone. It hit me during the night. I had a dream about not being able to survive and that before I died I saw Evan, Alex and Clayton run to save me. I know this is never going to happen because when I died I could feel them rip away at me for food.

I look at the ground and I could feel something creep around the corner of the building. I see a boy. He is young though he has the features of a Savage. He is scarred to the point that I do not know where one scar ends and the other begins.

I can feel every muscle within myself go rigid. My mind is telling me he is a distraction. My heart races at the thought of this. I have to find where the other Savage is. I have to understand why they are together. What is happening to this world? These dogs are now in packs.

Were the Savages not the lonely that SRT was talking about? If so, are the Savages people who can become lone wolves and then join a pack? How does one join? Are they different from the Nomads? I look at the boy. He is just a child. I stare at him and I notice he is looking towards his left.

I turn that way and see the hidden wolf I was looking for. I have nothing but my own body to survive this. I will become a Nomad. I will win this to survive this deadly world. A world full of beauty, the beauty of what it once was.

I lunge at the boy and begin strangle him. I feel the other one jump onto my back. I feel something approach my neck. The one on me says, "Let go of the boy or this will be your last breath."

His words become my command. I let go. The boy falls to the ground and the Savage on me, glides off and reaches out a hand to the young boy. He gently lays his hand on the neck. He quietly mumbles to himself.

He turns my way and my eyes study his face. His face stares at mine. His eyes become wide as mine do. I feel my body relax. I try not to think about the boy, no, the man standing in front of me. Tears gather within our eyes. We slowly reach out to each other. We embrace. I smile and he whispers my name into my ear.

Kyle is here. I continue to smile. Here he is in my grasp. We let go of each other and I look at the boy in front of me. He was the child I saw in the pack of Savages. He is not one of them. I smile. He is like me. Someone who was taken care of by Dohean and forced to live in the world of the longing.