OUT OF THE ASHES
A thousand instances I could have died, and a thousand reasons I still might.
A yell broke through the din-masculine, enraged and in pain. Then I faltered on my step when I heard Knight's curse not far away from me. I spared a glance over, but I couldn't see anything through the monsters scrambling over corpses. I wanted to go, but being attacked left and right rendered me immobile. My brother screamed as well, but whether from rage or pain, I'm not certain.
That's when I realized, in the far-off corner of my mind, that I am going to die. We all were. God, after years of fighting for survival, today might be the last time I would fight.