Anthonys body kept bleeding as the figure turned around and left. His body pushed itself onto a nearby water puddle. The body now stopped bleeding as the leftover energy kept pulsating.
Anthony gasped for air as he looked at him hands which were purple from the hours that passed for his healing to take effect. His hands now numb he decided to try and warm his body only to find the dead body of mark.
He starving had no choice but to eat the burnt flesh of his brethren, he soon found use to the sticks near him and teared a peice of of his clothing and wraped it around a group of sticks. And a separate stick to form a makeshift torch and lit them up. His left he went deeper knowing that the thing is still out there. He went deeper and deeper only to stumble upon an organism of flesh. He felt like it's a parent of some sort. And the feeling of comfort around it. He knew that whatever that organism is it was an enemy. He took out a small knife and stabbed the organism as it vibrates and twists he didn't stop until the organism was dead. He dragged it with him and sliced out parts of it. Claiming its skin as a bag he used it to store the flesh of the organism. He went forward and kept walking until he found a person. He felt comfort yet he stayed on guard. The man seemingly unable to speak started to shout at Anthony while throwing rocks at him. His teeth are decayed his body is damaged and he seems to be in fear. Anthony has had enough of it and threw a rock at him Making the old man stumble and bleeding the man started to crawl away but Anthony had other plans. Anthony took out the sharp rock and started to stab the old man until he no longer moved. He then started to slice the man's skin harvesting it, and using a small scrap of metal he had as a nail to hold the skin onto a stick he found nearby of a dead tree to make a small spear with the rock as the tip of the spear and moved on.