~september 2025
written at like 4000wph.
i died quietly on the morning of the third.
i awoke with a sudden start. it was all pain and horror. i was hanging by my neck in the night. my feet kicked wildly beneath me. and i could hardly breath. i haerd my self gurgling and fighting for the litlte air that was in my liungs. my spine was bent all wrong and was searing in pain.
i dug my hands into the rope around my neck and tore at it. it held strong but with enough pulling it snapped in two with inhuman strength.
i fell to the ground, my legs gave way and my face hit the dirt witha rough thud. i could barely think or hear or see. i was dead in all terms of the word.
i suddely coudhegd and sputtered and it was like life sucked itself into my lungs it fels like somethign was terarting intself out of my throat. i coughed violently i heard footspes and shouts from behind me. i spun my head up and blurrily looked over. turning my head made my entires spine sieire in pain. there were flashlights searching throughout the night and incoherent vocies.
i scrambled away from them. they were the guards. i couldnt have them find me out after night they'd kill me. it was pure insticnt. i'd been out at night on many occasions. and had never been caught. i stuck low to the ground and crawled back to the hut that counained the other prisoners. i sidled it open and came in. i coughed wildy as soon as i entered, my throat feeling as if it was dry and cracked and bleeding.
people shuffled in their sleep, and i coughed more. the room was full of thin wood slats that comprised the wall. people slept in those. or they tried to sleep at least. for the most part they tossed and truned. people were so tightly packed that it was a whole jumbled of limps and bodies. with dirty feet sticking out the end.
i coughed some more and i felt blood make its way up my throat.
pepole tossed and turned. some crawled out out of bed a bit and looked at me.
"youy go out?" one jeerd at me. "you fucking fool."
they didnt recognize it was me. if they did what would they tink? i was dead? i was supposed to be dead? but i felt at the bullet wounds in my stomach and there was no pain there. it was strange i couldnt even feel a scar.
"asha" i called gently, wher e my brother would be sleeing. my voice was like horible sound it was screechy and absolutely dusty. "asha". i could harly recognize my own voice, or even make out the words.
"asha" are you here?
somebody shuffled out of the jumble of body parts. it was my brohter, asha. he looked around and his eyes landed on me. he dindt recognize me in the low light. his face was bloody and beaten. but i could still tell it was him. despite the horrible state he was in, i still felt godo to see him.
"asha asha. how are you? it's me it's me."
"who?" my brothers voice was low and slow. "who ---" his voice suddenly caught and he stared dumbly up at me, his eyes wider than ever.
he seemed frozen in space, staring at me. "name?" he whispered sahkily.
then asha suddenly shook his head and covered his face inwith his hands. and rocked back and forth. he started climbing back in bed.
"asha asha. what are you doing? it's me."
asha climbed back in with more ferver. his eyes were fearful. asha muttered incoherent things to himself.
my body aching, i went over and grabbhim and pulled him out of the jumble of bodies.
asha seemed even more terrifed by that. he had tears in his eyes and was holding them very tightly closed.
someone mutterd from the jumble of bodies "quite making a ruckus. get to bed."
"asha. its me."
"you're not real. you're not real." asha muttred to himself.
"Yes i am." my voice broke horribly as i said it. i could hardly even speak correctly.
asahs wide eyes looked at me fully, and he seemed to comprehend. he started at my neck. his eyes looking terrifed. "you're ... your'e dead."
my hands went to my neck, and three were thick dark blood that came back from it. and three seemed to be deep wet injury around my neck.
"i dont know what to say asha. i just woke up. i woke up and i'm here."
"you died. w! you died! you're not read!"
"shhh." i shushed him. "quiet please, asha. please. tell me, what happend to brother 1 and brother 2. flease tell me they're all right. what happende after they hung me?"
asha shook his head slowly. they "SLANG got them. what the fuck..."
"how are you alive? howthe fuck are you alive? tell me i'm goign cazy."
"i dont' know."
my eyes shut tightly at that. dead then. all because of me. it was my fault. if only i had made it hroguht the doors in time. but no, theres no need to chastise myself. i had tried hard. but ... dead. ...
ashas hands suddenly gripped my body with ferver, feeling at me. and then he laughed, "what the fuck, you are here. what the fuck you're alive!"
quiet please. asha.
someone came up to his right. another prisoner. he growled at me. "you went out? didn't you? i saw you come trhough the flap."
"i--"
"you litle shit!" he hissed quietly. "if you get caught they're gonna fucking kill all of us. god damn MC NAME gets himself killed and then and another hundred men. and now you're gonna get another hundred of us killed too. fuck you. "
"i--"
"no no shut up. yo talk when i'm done. if you get us killed i kll you. ok, i dont give a fuck if i die doign it. we're all gonna die here anyway. i'm gonna fucking kill you."
at that moment people suddenly started shouting from outside. all three of them turned. the shouting intensified. he heard snippets:
"--gone! it's gone! who --"
"--gather them--!"
"--not haniging there!"
the man sud slowly turned his head toward me. "you didnt ... you took his fucking body down?! what ws wrong with you!" he suddenly gripped my shoulders with a ferverd look.
"i didnt take his body down. iAM him."
he suddenly took a better look at me, and then his eyes widened. "what the--"
guard srushe barged through the tent door. "all of you up! up now up now! get up! wake up!"
prisoners suddently started coming out form the wooden slats and
prisoner awakens as immortal
he dies after attempting rebellion
he dies of his injuries. he was captured.
sci fi space mining operation.
he awakens hanging by his neck. choking. kicking.
takes off rope. falls to ground.
dead of night. he is making a ruckus, coughing. soldiers come out. he scrambles away into the huts.
his throat burning, he is coughing violently in the hut. he is in immense pain and unable to speak
people wake up and see him, not recognizing him. chastising him for leaving in the night.
he calls out to his brother. wakes him up.
brother wakes and is shocked to see him.
brothers face is bloody and beaten.
he shushes him. asks brother to explain. asks about what happened with both sister.
borther dumbfounded. thinks he's having a vision.
another prisoner comes up to them. it's dark so they can only see outlines, asks who he is and hwy he was out in the night. saying if he got caught then they would kill many prisoners as punishement.
suddenly people start shouting from outside, saying his body was taken down
chaos inside the tent.
the man who is questining the mc is suddenly furious, thinking he took down his boyd.
he reveals that he was the dead prisoner.
man is shocked.
guards come in and round them all up to outside
brother is bubbling nonesense, surprised at how mc's still alive
they start searching the tent for the body
they are outside now, they are yelling at the prisoners and threatening to shoot them all if someone doesnt step forward
one of the higher ups is now there, surveying.
higher up calmly takes one of the younger prisoners. a girl. and cocks a gun to her head, tells the erson to step forward or she dies.
mc steps forward.
higher up doesnt realize its him for a second, but then there is stunned silence.
higher up shoots him multiple times
he falls to the ground bloody
everyone is shocked, and there's chaos
higher up goes to inspect the body
he slowly rises again, tackles higher up.
they wrestle.
