I heard crunching on the ground and faint, panting like a struggle for breath. I decided to follow it.
I trampled on the corpses of the soldiers I ate and slept with and did nothing as I watched them die.
I saw Mizvick crawling on the ground from afar, moving his body with one arm, the only arm he had left; his other arm and the bottom half of his body had been cut off, his organs were spilling out. I walked towards him, my gun fully loaded.
How long have I been on this battlefield? Days? months? Years? I froze time so I could have a full understanding of everyone and everything on the battlefield. Where every building was placed, how every bird that flew in the area looked like, the features and possible characteristics of each varying monster, and the abilities and strength of every soldier. What was and what wasn't meant to be on the battlefield. I knew it all.
I stopped counting after 9 months had passed and focused on calculating and planning different strategies of victory in a world of frozen time and for what?
I stood over Mizvick's body. He had stopped moving and lied stagnantly on the ground.
He had grown heavy bags under his eyes that had lost their shimmer of life. His face was pale and turned to the side, and now that I had a better look at him, I noticed the helix of his ear had been cut off.
"Hahaha..." his voice was like a ghost's. He coughed out blood as he laughed dryly. "I guess... we both lost."
"..."
"Don't look at me like that..." his words were slowly fading out; they had lost their vigour, their life was coming to an end. "There is no ne-ed for guilt."
I felt a sting in my heart.
"There was no reason for us to fight... but we did so anyway..."
The outcome would have been the same. The soldiers would have died, and you would've as well.
He held unto my heel his grip was stronger than it should've been. He pulled himself closer to my feet. After doing so , his hand rested on my heel; its grasp was so weak I could barely tell it was there.
"Do me a favour," he said. "Don't bury me..."
I aimed my gun at his head; he said his last words in Japanese, and I sent a bullet through his skull.
His body lay lifeless on the ground, his hand still on my leg.