Day Three

[Gilgamesh]

Blood trailing down his head, Gilgamesh limped away from the city his hand attempting to put pressure on the wound. A large ringing sound in his ear and the pain...was unbearable. The rising sun began to peek out of the ground and grinned at him. Almost as if it were glad that he was suffering. The King’s crimson blood flowed out of his head and ran into the sky, droplets seeming to form out of the clouds. The King’s eyes were bloodshot and he had to stifle a yawn. Even in times of pain and misery, he was still flesh and blood. The overwhelming desire to succumb to sleep had taken over and it had been a long two days full of planning, violence, and murder.

A branch struck Gilgamesh in the face as he was lost in thought. His face got a scratch and he turned livid with anger. He reached in his bag and fumbled around till he felt his weapon of choice. He drew out the Lancer and brandished it in the air, laughing maniacally as he proceeded to tear apart the branch and completely rip it apart from the tree. The ringing in his ear grew progressively louder and he cringed due to the unbearable noise. His penance for trusting those that were insufferable curs waiting to be destroyed.

Rustling. “Who is out there and how dare you sneak up on your King!” Gilgamesh turned swiftly to see nothing. A flash went by through his sight and his head jolted. Another one flew by and Gilgamesh panicked. He brought up his gun and began to shoot in any direction: above and below, left and right. The disappointing click of an empty clip was the only faint sound his good ear could hear. The trees were bullet ridden, bushes destroyed, and even the little flowers no longer had petals to decorate their stems. Everything around Gilgamesh crumbled to dust, just as his friends did. Gilgamesh fell to his knees and looked at the ground. What had this game done to him?

His head slowly rose back up as he saw two golden eyes glare at the King. Gilgamesh stumbled back onto his feet and pointed the gun at the literal rabid dog. It came out of the bush and slowly circled around Gilgamesh, joined by two other wolves. “Filthy animal.” A cruel smile came on his face as he clicked the trigger.

*click click click*

The wolves almost smirked as the proceeded to leap onto Gilgamesh but the King would not fall here. The chainsaw roared to life as he easily buried the whirling blade into one animal. It’s yelp of pain encouraged the others to pounce. One proceeded to leap onto the King’s back, clawing at the base of his neck as he let his blade release the animal carcass. He jabbed the gun into the animals face as it was about to bite down on the King’s neck and the other clawed at his legs. Blood spurted from the creature's face as Gilgamesh repositioned himself, his hand instantly in his bag desperately fumbling for munitions. A look of relief hit his face as the two animals repositioned themselves for another attack. He ejected the empty case and put the new one in.

“Go to hell you filthy mutts.” Two loud gunshots sang through the Forest. Gilgamesh kept his sidearm in his hands. He felt safe by just being next to it. It was reliable, it kept him sane. He entered a bush to try and get through this nasty part of the forest before a net launched around him and pinned him to the floor.

"Get this thing off of me, you MONGREL!"