The evening's incident haunted slaxx into the late hours of the night. How would he face his village tomorrow? He had killed one of them...He tried to tell himself it was the village's decision.
"It was just as much their fault as it was mine", he whimpered. The silence offered him no reassurance, no comfort. CSL at least deserved to die in a better way, but that wasn't something he could fix either. Desperate to rid of the guilt, he stepped out into the cold fog that enveloped the village every night this time of year. He peered through the haze and tracked down CSL's lifeless corpse.
"Can't ask forgiveness from a dead guy. Suppose this will be something I have to live with for the remainder of my life", slaxx muttered. He frowned, looking at the mangled corpse beneath him. He searched around the camp for a nearby shovel and returned to the corpse. He dug out a spot near a decaying tree stump. The digging lasted a few hours. It was the perfect time to reflect on the previous day's occurrences, but slaxx was too distracted. The hole wasn't nearly six feet deep, but the location was far enough away from the village. Slaxx rolled CSL's body into the grave and began to fill in the plot. He stood back and stared contently, expecting to feel something, anything. However, the completion of the grave offered him little alleviation. He sighed, trying to think of anything else he could do. He searched for CSL's coin near the dried blood, and after a short search, found it. He placed it on top of the tree stump, remembering CSL's words the previous day.
"Why would you put that much faith into a leader...see where it got you?", Slaxx hissed.
The sun was rising and Slaxx decided to venture back to the camp. He went by Faraday's tent to wake him, but found it empty. He scoped out the village, finding the majority of the refugees scattered around Hindu's tent. He surveyed the crowd for Faraday and confronted him.
"What now?"
"Pool of blood where Hindu used to sleep. Looks like they struck again"
Slaxx pushed aside the refugees and peered inside the tent. As expected, blood. Blood that led out of the tent and continued into the horizon.
Faraday walked up to him.
"Don't follow it...You know what you're going to find"
Slaxx nodded. No use exciting the refugees anymore. Upon further inspection of Hindu's tent, slaxx noticed many small electronic devices and a few tools.
"...These are used to keep cell phones running. Anyone know how to use them?"
Silence.
"Well, alright then".
Slaxx knocked the small cell phone tower off Hindu's shelf and stomped on it, then promptly left the tent. All eyes were focused on him.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT? I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS. FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELVES!"
And so they did.
Hinduragi,
Refugee Electrician (Daytalk Enabler)
killed Night 1.
