"Why, why can't I save them all?"
He said as tears ran down his eyes and rain poured down as he stared down into his bloodied hands, a corpse.
Holding a corpse in his hands, a corpse that is unrecognizable, and burnt to a crisp, the body is so indistinguishable you can't make out the gender of it.
From where he stands it is but a sea of corpses, drowning in their own blood, truly a bloodbath.
Many dead, but one still stands amongst the bodies, a man, a man filled with guilt and sorrow. His hands trembled, bloodied, helpless.
"Why…"
He muttered to himself, exasperated and vexed in his voice.
As the rain begins to pour heavily, he gently put down the corpse, and takes a deep breath, and with his blood-stained clothes, slowly walks into the forest away from the bloodshed.
After the battle he endured, his body had become weak and frail with wounds all around his body and a massive cut on his back, it's all life-threatening even for an average person.
With such wounds it's a miracle he's still able to walk into the forest.
As he ventures deeper into the forest, his breathing begins to sound like an old man dying, coupled with his posture slowly becoming hunchbacked and his pace slowing down.
His vigor is completely gone, and his sense of direction has completely vanished.
He tries screaming for help.
"SOMEO- Buah."
But a sudden gush of blood comes out from his mouth; he stared at his hand that has blood from his mouth, staring at it with a distasteful look on his face.
But he can't do much and just shrugs it off, and so he continues walking.
As the moonlight shines on his face and the sounds of raindrops hit his blood-soaked body.
His fatigue has finally reached its limit, and he collapses onto a bed of flowers, listless and unresponsive in the middle of the forest.
His body limp on the ground with a pool of blood, but then the realization hits, the man that survived such a horrible battle—
-Has died.