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The Legion, Part 1Ari lugged the large tent kit through the dead brown leaves that littered the forest floor, pausing to reposition the pole under her arm. She frowned in frustration. She would have to talk to Badger about his methods of teaching Frost and Fortress tent packing. She walked forward a few more steps, but stopped as the whole tent kit tumbled onto the ground. She dropped to the ground, grumbling as she began scraping the poles into the canvas cover. She folded it all up in a large bundle, and pulled it up into her arms. She began trudging through the woods, attempting to hold the bundle so that the poles wouldn't slip.
"Ari!" The cry startled Ari so much that she dropped her tent, sending the pieces flying once again. "What?!?!" she shouted, whirling around, her black hair flying into her eyes. Running towards her were two children, a boy and a girl, both wearing tattered clothes and carrying shotguns. "Ari, where are we supposed to be settin' up camp? 'Cause I thought we were supposed to
AriAri screamed in pain as the huge oak smashed down onto her body. She was on her back, her legs pinned painfully beneath the tree. No matter how she tried, Ari couldnt move. She braced her palms on the trunk of the tree, and pushed, attempting to free herself. She shrieked as the tree shifted slightly, pushing more on her legs. She tried to wriggle out again, but stopped as she heard loud, heavy footsteps approaching. She rapidly removed her over sized camouflage jacket and draped it over herself, praying the zombies would be too dumb to see her. She slowed her breathing, despite the pain in her legs, slowly creeping into her abdomen. She froze an held her breath as the footsteps stopped right next to her head.She silently lifted her jacket a tiny bit to peek out from under it. She nearly yelled when she saw a pair of legs, belonging to a zombie, just inches from her face. Very slowly, Ari lowered her jacket. She winced as the cloth rustled . Her heart pounded as the feet nex
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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