Rogar's last moments. (a fanfiction i made)

[MickeyAdaptus 2,211]

hey evrypony! this is atnother fan faction i wrote myself, it took alot of time to make, but i managed to complete it! hope you enjoy !

 

 

 

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Diary of Rogar Guilliman, member of the 38th survivor regiment.

 

June 28th

 

Evryday is the same for us, we either fight, or die.

It feels like our lives no longer have any other purpose.

Ever since that damn outbreak we have been fighting for our lives in order to protect the

innocent, we really have no other choice, its either fighting and risk dying, or turning into

one of those mutant best, but evrybody knows that the first option is the only true option.

 

July the 3rd

So many of us have already died during our fight againts the darkness cats.

If it wasn't for my brother, i would have fallen today, instead he did.

He risked his life to save me from that creature, it was about to tear me from the inside out.

But it should have been me back there, i should have been the one that died.

It should have been me!!

 

July 17th

 

i've had 2 weeks long without sleep so far, it was 14 days ago since the dead of my brother,

his  voice still haunts me to this very day, i can never forget the look on his face.

But instead of showing a sad dying face, he smiled, he smiled towards his doom, like he embraced it.

I would've done the same thing, just like any of us, dieing is much better then staying alive any longer

in this hellish nightmare.

 

July 23th

 

I do not know how much more i can take, i went outside the safezone in order to find food,

our food supplies have been missing since days, and i took upon it myself to get it.

But i had bad luck, when i was walking trough the ruin's of what was supposed to be a town, i got overrun by

a horde of patrolling darkness cats, i ran for my life, but no mather how fast i went, they where able to keep

up with me without breaking a sweat, but later i managed to slip them away and hide somehwere.

now i am inside a abandonned shop, it would've been good if it weren't for all the dead bodies that where rotting

inside the place. 2 hours later...

 

I have been hiding in for around 2 hours and 17 minutes.

I am starving and very thirsty, but there doesn't seem to be any food or drinks in this shop, it must have

been looted a long time ago.

 

August 4th

 

Its no use anymore.. Whe should have been enjoying our lives and a lifetime full of peace, but instead..

we are fighting for our lives just survive, living in constant fear, knowing that you are in danger evry little

second that you are spending breathing. even tough we have been at war for our entire lifetimes, this has broken

reality. but this is no longer a war.. this is a game of life and death.

I dont even know if its word fighting, evrything i cared about is gone, evrything i owned is gone, and evrything

that had a purpose for me, is gone...

 

August 6th

 

this will probelly be my final writing in my diary, if anybody is reading this, i am probelly already long dead

by the, but i just have to point this out.

If you think its word fighting for your life, let me give you a piece of advice, its not, instead of preventing

your problems, you are only stalling it.

Most people had already given up hope when we got betrayed by our own leader, our bloody own leader!

He betrayed us by joining the darknesscats and giving his soul to the daemons.

He tought that way, he could ascend to daemon hood.

 

Only a few people remain in our race that give up hope, one of the people is our prince. Mickey Carviah Adaptus.

The reason people think he is our last hope not only becus he is our prince, but also becus he comes from a

strong bloodline, he got the blood of our saviour, Aliah Adaptus, the person who has saved our race many times

from extincion, if he where still here, he knew what to do...