Accepting Fate

He couldn't do anything at all. Breathe, move, or escape. They were all an impossibility.

He wondered many things. How was his wonderful country progressing? When would this end? Was his intentions so evil that Johnny believed he was evil? No, that couldn't be it. He always believed in his goal, and even Johnny believed his goal was a honest one despite what he's done. What he did was for the great of the American people! All their hopes and dreams were going to be accomplished by him!

Of course this isn't a possibility now. He was stuck in this cycle, no, rotation of suffocation. He would always use D4C right before he died though.

This was probably the first time in a long time he was able to think and ponder his full thoughts. Somehow this man has never lost his resolve, will, or sanity.

This time it's different. He realized that there's no point. It's only madness that's led him this far. He believed it was sanity that let him still function throughout all this time, but no. It's only madness. No matter what he did he couldn't escape.

At that moment, as rock succumbed him, he didn't let out his stand. He's suffered from this sort of pain for who knows how long, that he no longer feels the pain and pressure in his lungs. Ironic as it may sound, his death felt peaceful in his eternal tomb.

That's when it happened. It was a feeling he would only feel for a few seconds before his descent into the ground. He was too shocked to fully process it.

It was fresh air! The very same luxury everyone wouldn't pay a second thought to. He was breathing, actually breathing.

He only opened his eyes when he heard steps behind him. He opened them only to see a forest, but he could still hear the footsteps. When he turned to find the source, what he found was otherworldly.

It was a hog. It had the basic structure of a hog, but it's features were more supernatural. It was as big as an elephant, tusks more akin to a beetle's mandible, but what was most disturbing about it was its smile.

Yes it was smiling at him. It had a smile that spoke of the cruelties it gave it's victims. And it was staring right at him, inching closer and closer to him. Step by step.

That's when he noticed some kind of mark flare up on the hog's body. Then it charged…

He could barely see it. It caught him fairly off guard. It was slower than Diego, but it was too fast for D4C to react in time. If it charged at from a distance he could've prepared, but it charged from only a few feet, not giving him enough time to react.

When it's tusk tried to pierce him, he was fortunate. By the time the hog tried to pierce him he was already against a tree. That's when he used D4C to escape.

When he escaped far enough he reappeared near a river. He had forgotten the last time he drank water or ate anything at all.

He felt exhausted in this new break of pace.

He decided to sleep in D4C for the night. He didn��t know where he was, or what his new purpose was going to be. He decided to leave it to gravity, since that's all we can do as humans.