Heavy eyelids slid down over a set of deep brown eyes fighting back what was forsure a losing battle. Small red drips fell from the chin of the inclined head to the small puddle that was now forming just below the kneeling figure. Small jerks began to ripple across the body, as the battle was lost. There was not a human a live to this day that could have won this battle of composure, it was just impossible. Things like this, even the most cold hearted would have had that internal moment of weakness.  Corbin, it was just too much as he placed the last big rock over the small hand. “I’m sorry,” he whispered while raking the back of his hand across his cheeks, ridding the stream of tears that were cascading done them. “Only if I was just a few minutes earlier.” He mumbled through the hard swallowing. 

Pushing himself up, his red-tented orbs looked over the larger pile of rocks some inches away from this smaller one. “I’m so sorry.” He exclaimed to the unknown female. “Only if I was sooner, just maybe I could have.…” He fought back the notion to vomit. His mind playing the role of the punisher as the mental images of all those that he has buried flashed before his mental eye. “Fuck!” He screamed out as the pain ripped through him. Tears falling as his mind relived burying Karri. “You may rest now, your fight is over.” lowering, a small rose slips from his fingers, landing in between both graves. “Please understand and forgive me for what I must do now.” He whispered to the graves. 

Turning away from the graves, his orbs focuses upon the two scumbags bound to a tree some fifty yards away. Pulling his knife out and shaking his head, “Naw, this one is too sharp.” Moving about the rubble, his eye comes across something that completes the task at hand. Reaching down he picks up the shard of glass. Head nodding as he turns and twist the piece before his gawking eyes. “This will work nicely.” His heard lifting and turning toward the two men. “Yep, this will work nicely.”  He repeated as he walked toward the men. 

The screams that echoed out was bone chilling to any whom heard it and didn’t know what was going on, but to Corbin, it was music to his ears as he stood and watched the blood run down the inner thigh of both men, then he took the castrated part of their body and shoved into both men’s mouths. “Yep, you both are qualified _ _ _ _ suckers!” He turned away from them, his eyes coming to a rest on the two graves. “Please understand that they deserved this and I hope you don’t judge me too harshly.” He muttered while he turned away and headed off into the horizon. 

Pink and red streaks filled the sky telling all who looked into the sky that the day was coming to its end, one more day of misery now gone and bestowed into the books of history. Many of these types of days filled the mental pages of Corbin‘s history book, it seems like life had it out for him for each and everyday he managed to live through that day’s hell. If he believed in curses, he would swear up and down and all around that he was life’s prime target. 

The sun bid its last breath to the land that Corbin walked upon as it slipped below the horizon. The chill in the air told him that a rather nice size river must be close for the temperature to drop so suddenly. His arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked into the warmth of his armpit, a grumble escaped with each tiring footstep. It has been a few days since he had a good nights sleep, something really hard to do these days but there was once that he did managed to grab one. His mind drifted back to the colonies, “Don’t go there asshole.” His mental voice scolded. 

Off to the right something drew his attention, pulling his mind out of the clutches of the flashback; his orbs watched the flickering orange light splashing upon the small band of trees for what seemed like an eternity. This, this is what this life is now, nothing but constant hesitation, scanning over a unknown area and hoping like hell that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and there was nothing there. “AHH FUCK! What now!” he hissed at the night, not wanting to investigate, yeah like that wasn’t going to happen, “Fuck you life!” he hissed as once again the curse was upon him. 

“By the backwards ass of an ass! I’m just walking up to this!” angrily he stomped toward the flickering flames. “Let’s see you get me out of this shit this time you bitch!” His eyes glaring at the sky as if it was the shadowy figure of life. ‘What lessons are to be learned when walking at night in an unknown landscape?’ This was the resounded reply from the shadowy figure of life as Corbin trips over several unseen dead branches, hitting the ground with a huff. 

“WELL FUCK ME!” he shouts out, having his fill of life’s never-ending  bullshit, rises up from the ground. His eyes locking onto the figures at the campsite. “I hope your fucking day has been better than mine.” his hands sprawling outward with the palms turned upwards. “What the fuck else can go wrong.” He shouted at the sky. 

The streaks of lighting shot across the sky and ended with the angry boom of the forth-coming storm.. “That is just fucking great!” Corbin shaking his head…