Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 17: Into The Madness==

Georgio woke up. He wasn't aware of how long he had been unconscious, so he first checked if his body was in one piece. After confirming all his limbs were there and worked, he started figuring out the situation.

He had trouble remembering what happened, as he tried to recall the battle. He slowly stood up, and realized he was hearing a pulse. Maybe his heart was racing... No. He felt his heart, and it was slower than it should be.

Then he remembered. "Krella"... He looked around, ignoring the burnt corpses and the commissar lying on the ground. He saw her, in a pool of her own blood. There was no way she could have survived...

He ran to her anyways. He ran and fell, dizziness overcoming his fear. He stood again and continued running. Before reaching her, he blacked out again.

Georgio woke up again, and it was darker than before. He cursed his weakness and crawled towards the unmoving girl... His only companion in this place. As he finally reached her, he turned her around to lie on her back. Her face was scratched by the rubble. A couple of teeth were broken. She was missing a leg.

Was she always this beautiful?

He stroke her hair. Looked at her shocked, dry eyes. He bandaged the wound that was no longer bleeding. He thought about finding the separated leg, but was too tired to do so. So he sat there, looking at the bloodless corpse.

Were the clouds of dust always so welcoming?

He took her on his back, abandoning all but her. Water was not as important. He started walking towards the northern horizon.

There were people around him, smiling. 

"Come with us!" 

"We want to be your friends!" 

"There is nothing to be afraid of"...

Georgio kept walking. He didn't know why or where. Was there a place he was supposed to go to in this direction?

"Open your mind! Everything will be better when you let the anger out!" 

"Welcome the sorrow, it is your friend! It tells you what you want!" 

"Keep walking, find a better place! We can play there!" 

"Enjoy the view! The beauty, the sounds, the wind upon your skin... Let the wind blow away the pain". 

The people twisted. They turned. They came closer. They walked with him, encouraging him to go on, to accept it, the scream the pain away and enjoy what was left. They were nice people.

The daemons did not know what to do. So corrupted, beyond his cracking point, but he did not open to them. Even as he seemed willing to listen. But they would find a way. They had time.