I used to love morning when I was younger. I don't no if it was the fresh cold air, the unique colors of the sky, or just an early sense of nostalgia for when I was much younger, when I was a child who knew nothing of the troubles to greet me with each successive saddening years. The nostalgia has dried up in me for mornings; they're just the beginning of what will soon be the end of another day. I am not happy and I haven't been happy for what feels like a long time. Even at the Hill, with all the smiling I did, most of it was for the benefit of my friends. Saving Jane wouldn't make life more enjoyable for me; it would only give purpose, a sense that this world still needs me. I don't even know why I'm thinking these thoughts when nothing will be resolved in the end. I only live for the sake of the future and my feelings on life won't change.
After a few hours of walking, I began to hear some animalistic noises from far away. I knew it would have been safer to avoid the direction the sounds were coming from, but we checked it out on the off chance that there might be someone in trouble (along with my own curiosity prompting me to dive in). The noises became louder and new ones that I hadn't previously heard joined the others, creating a disturbing, annoying symphony of sounds. I've never been to war, but it sure sounded like a battle. We finally reached the source as Duke stayed behind (coward) as I cautiously walked forward. I discovered that there was a battle taking place in a large open field among soulless. Soulless of different sizes and appearances were eating and killing one another. The grass was dark red with blood and the field was already littered with bodies with five or six soulless eating the flesh off the bones of the "dead" one while other soulless shoved others out of the way to get a bite. It seemed that the living soulless were much more appealing to the general population of the field since large groups would gang up on injured. I suppose cannibalism isn't too strange of an occurrence to occur between living creatures, especially when it is programmed into the instincts of the human mind to survive at all costs. I left still picturing what I saw in my mind. It wasn't shocking, but I never thought I'd see such a ghastly and savage battle among monsters in my lifetime. Duke asked what it was and I told him if he wanted to know, he should've come with me. It's best that he didn't though. He probably would've fainted or puked and alerted the soulless that "fresh meat" was only a run and bite away.
We continued, walking a large distance around the battlefield just in case there were other soulless fighting in the nearby woods. Nothing interesting happened much after that, although, I thought I saw an albino deer in the far distance one time. I had never seen one in my life. I find it funny that such a unique animal survived in a time where everything just seems to be dying off. Perhaps there is more left for me on Earth to live the dreams of my younger self. Or, perhaps not.
- Jack's Diary
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