Year One: Lennard and Shira
They held hands. They didn’t talk. What would there be to talk about anyway? She moved her head on his shoulder. He moved his head to kiss hers. They’d both die there, they both knew it. At least they’d do it together. His thumb stroked hers gently. Then the horn sounded for the first time. They looked at each other, then kissed, gently. So gently. They’d die and they knew it.
They let go their hands and walked into their elevators. The horn sounded again, their elevators moved them up. What worth was there in running away?
The light was very bright, but Shira knew where Lennard was anyway. She always felt where he was. The siren sounded very loudly and everyone ran, while Shira just stepped out of her elevator. She watched Lennard run towards the Cornocopia. He had hope, somehow, she thought. Hope they’d make it a night or so, but Shira had nothing like that. She’d actually prefer to die right now, with as little time to suffer as possible. She wouldn’t participate in any of this anyway. As little suffering as possible, she wanted to witness as little as possible.
She looked around. There were many that were already running, towards the Cornocopia, straight away from it... To her left a tall, skinny guy was looking at her, almost as frozen as she was. Shira’s lips parted slightly. She looked over to Lennard, who had almost reached all the loot. He was probably trying to grab as much as he could to help the both of them survive. “I’m so sorry.”, Shira whispered in this direction. Her hands felt freezing. She looked to the skinny guy again, who was still staring at her. He had a dagger in his hand. He could end this right now. She’d have her wish, as little suffering as possible, not having to kill anyone, not having to suffer through this at all.
But it would hurt Lennard.
Suddenly she knew she had to run - so she did.
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Lennard dropped the fishing gear he had fought for with another curly haired dude. Then he ran towards her. In front of his eyes, as soon as his love was about to run away from the Cornocopia, a guy dashed up to her and ran his dagger across her throat. Lennard didn’t make it to her. Around ten meters from her, he fell to his hands and knees and threw up. It felt as if his soul itself wanted to exit his body and that was what he wanted, too. He wouldn’t be able to get to her, Shira wasn’t here anymore. He just... didn’t feel her anymore. She was dead and he could see the red sinking into the gras and ground underneath her.
D e s p a i r.
Despair was everything that filled him and he sobbed and groaned and screamed right there and then. It was only when the despair made enough space for his WRATH that he got up again. They killed her, they ripped her from him, they destroyed the only pure thing this disgusting fuckhole of a world. Someone would have to pay. Someone would have to pay.
So Lennard went after the first person he saw, another woman, long black hair. She’d pay. She’d pay. It consumed him like fire that destroyed anything but his call for revenge. He dashed after her and she noticed it quickly. She wasn’t really that fast, but neither was he - the rain that was starting didn’t even bother him the least. She went up a tree and Lennard went straight after her. But climbing sucked and he was bad at it and - he could feel how dissappointed Shira would be if he killed. He could feel her again. Lennard stopped. Then something crashed into him and within seconds they both fell to the ground and -