The thick smell of clotting blood fills my mouth and nose like a virus. I just stand as if im expecting someone, or something to arrive before me. I gaze around me taking in the sight of corpses rotting I feel like im going to be sick. In the back of my head I start to wonder 'is this really me?' I shake it off as just a mere feeling. The fact I am shaking it off like this tears me apart. What am I doing? Am I forgetting something important? No I cant be, it must just be my imagination. I feel a feeling as If a bird is hatching inside me, begging to let them go, I pass it off again, this time as hunger and judging by the mound of corpses around me I think it has been around 3 days since I have eaten something other than the flesh of my dead friends and foes. It's all I could eat. I am a mere pawn for the king why would they give me anything to eat? Cannibalism, jail, police, these three words circle my mind despite me having no clue what they mean. Its just another day for me. Why would the fact I am feeling hungry change that? Though its strange why I am feeling hungry since this is what I have always done and I have always felt relatively full after eating the soft flesh of my comrades who die in battle. Again more unrecognisable words fill my head such as 'psychopath', 'murderer' or 'disgusting cannibal' this time the words feel more sinister and more directed towards me