Stop Surviving Start Fighting の小説・ストーリー

I pulled my knees up to my chest to somehow hide my feet and continue ear-wigging on a conversation that was somehow much more interesting than anything Josh and Isabella had to say. "Well, the fight starts at seven so if you come to mine for six and we can—" I stopped listening to the girls voice after I had heard the word fight. On any other day I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but with hearing it very close to when Josh and I had been talking about his own illegal fighting, I now couldn't ignore it. There was something gnawing away in my head about there being a potential coincidence with the mention of the word, but I couldn't help myself from continuing to listen in to find out

“No, not for real. I lied. Things are… they’re better in some ways, but still rough in others.” “You wanna tell me?” Nick ran a finger over the label on his beer bottle. “I – yeah.” Luke leaned back, giving Nick space. “Whenever you’re ready.” Nick nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the beer label. He felt the waves of calm coming over the table at him, and he tried to just relax into them. Luke Rhodes was a goddamn survivor of a foreign war, one that had taken his hand, and despite that trauma, the man had made a whole new life after. A good life.

This re-ignited the last elder’s fire and he started to roar again. Why is the need for fighting no longer needed? Isn’t the very strength we have from constant fighting is what made us so prolific? Ximi roared back at the last elder. The fighting before was needed because the berserker apes, while powerful, were nothing compared to the unimaginable Draco. Then the last elder roared back. The flying beast is still alive thus the need for fighting to become stronger is still needed. Ximi slammed his fist on the ground, creating a large crack.

It was kill or be killed. Now, the battle had truly begun.

"While Primal Court takes people? While reality flickers? While everything falls apart? We just live?" "We live and we fight," Thorne said slowly. Understanding forming. "Not same fight. Not battle. Not strategy. We fight by refusing to stop living. Refusing to let threat destroy our happiness. Our connections. Our reality. We exist so aggressively, so completely, so fully that even if we lose. Even if they win. Even if everything ends. We'll have lived. Really lived. That's victory. That's everything." Maybe he was right. Maybe that was answer. Not perfect. Not satisfying. Not what we wanted. But true. Real. Honest.

Is this the man I am to fight? I stiffen. " Let the fight of life and death begin."

"Well, someone goes first, or we're all going to die!" Everyone's heads looked around the circle as we tried to figure out who would start. "Oh for the love of the gods!" Cried Bonolo, as she stepped forward. I loved a nonseer. And, he died because of it." Her voice was grim, serious. The platform began to shake again. "I'm gay." My head snapped to Rent. His voice shook slightly, but he held his ground. His eyes swooped to Carrie and she gave him an encouraging smile. "Someone go! Your secret won't fucking matter if we all die!" Yelled Rent.

We prayed that we would make it through this and that everyone fighting to protect us would make it out alive. I shut my eyes and prayed, too. When I opened them, I saw sunlight streaming in through a gap. Suddenly, it hit me that I'd changed this world. In my past life, I and many others had died in the zombie wave. But now, we were still alive. I was weak and inconsequential, but my presence had largely affected the world's future. … The battle went on for three days. Even underground, we didn't dare rest or let our guard down. Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line.

“Kill them all.” And the real fight began.