#chloe01

Slowly Daichi’s fears were getting the better of him. His cool external expression is a lie. Inside he is screaming constantly, wishing he could call someone for help. Every now and then he pats his pants pocket, hoping to find his cell phone, but it is amiss.

Abruptly he stops his trek and looks over his shoulder. He estimates he has walked nearly three miles by now. His extensive practice in volleyball has strengthen his muscles, though slowly his stamina is giving out. Daichi steps out of the path of travel to the nearest building’s brick wall and proceeds to bounce the volleyball against it, pushing on it with his fingertips with every contact. 

I don’t think I’m prepared for this.

He was outnumbered, but this was nothing new. It was often that he was outnumbered, but it was rare that he was ever overwhelmed. He had made a name for himself as an invincible warrior capable of matching an entire army, and while he may not have held himself in such a high regard, he wasn’t about to shame anyone who put their faith in him by falling in a battle he had already fought. As long as he held this name and duty he’d fight over and over again, regardless of who happened to appear on the battlefield littered with arrows and corpses.

“You’d do well to watch your head.”