Inside a big building, there was a big group and a made-up campament. There was a militar, and people in general.
One of them was organizing and helping prepare the food along few others. He was 1 meter and 67 centimeters tall and with appearance of teenager, wearing a black thick jacket with fur in the hoodie, black jeans and blue base sport shoes with green laces and side color, a sleek pair of full-rim glasses with deep ocean-blue frames, and a tylish golden clip-on earring with green orb pendant in each ear.
All was normal for a big while, even a kid was waking up and getting up while wearing a black sleep mask well preserved and cleaned. The kid got up and quit it as was waking up, reaching the teenager looking.
Teodoro: "Gracias Raziel por el antifaz."
The teenager looking paused and turned around, to then nod and grab the sleep mask, to then open his jacket and save it on the left pocket in the interior of the jacket.
After a big while, Raziel started to hear something but hesitated while trying to know. But then the noises were clear to everyone as they got suddenly loud. A scavenger group got back and the noise were walkers that were nearby and now were going towards the camp.
The scavenger group wanted to enter, and people went to look, while the military soldier went to a small hole to observe. Raziel moved from looking and helped them get in, while everyone yelled. The scavenger group went in and the doors closed while the walkers were still some distance away.
The military soldier moved between the yells, told Raziel to stay still to give him something. Raziel hesitated but remained rigid, and then the soldier punched him in the face hardly, but it barely flinched Raziel as he did move his head but no signs of damage.
The moment was chaos, but after some seconds, the walkers were already over the place, trying to get in, and easily took down the doors by breaking them.
After a moment, all inside was tore apart, blood and bodies everywhere, and Raziel was sitting over a upper part inside the building. He then got out a full chromatic rainbow pocket knife from the top left pocket of his jacket, hold it with his right hand, and then hesitated before doing anything as he tried but also instantly stopped himself.
Raziel (Thoughts): "Fuck... Why... I'll... recap, all the times of... bad I guess? Doesn't even matter how those experiences could be called? Either way. Drowned when was 11, used in more than 20 relationships where girls wanted shit and as an idiot and had became kinda of a disgusting fuck for trying to please them thinking something serious was going to be but nope, uhm... Welp, better not think about all as... the more I think about it, the worse, but is not as I couldn't as I have to if... I want to truly confront anything... Welp, my 'brother' took away from my side... What else I can remember...? Being generic... I think that's all in general. For all those over 20 fake relationships, lost feelings. For losing my 'brother'... I guess insensitivity to everything because in comparison, nothing did hurt me like that in compairosn to when I lost him, so... I guess is just that. And... Meh, no idea, don't care. All is irrelevant now, and of course, fuck me up when I am myself, but not when I am not..."
Raziel then got down and walked towards the remains of the military soldier walker body, his body barely recognizable. After hesitating, Raziel then used the knife to cut the soldier's face how he could.
After some hours of working and organizing and preparing, Raziel finally did cut all the skin and fit his head. Then he went to prepare gloves and grabbing around bones for claws.
While Raziel was working on the gloves and claws, he suddenly meowed, and after a second, he suddenly started giggling.
Raziel (Thoughts): "Oh, yeah. Right that I could somehow mimick a cat. I don't know how, but I guess is a... rrrawful talent, lol."
After some hours, Raziel finished working and had it all done. Poorly, but was done.
Raziel (Thoughts): "I guess... the game moved into this, huh? What a weird chapter in this story. But who am I to judge? I'm just the player's character. Just a vessel, filled with determination that isn't mine. And yet... I made it be my own. I always knew I was and am an anomaly that shouldn't exist and should be dead, and no fuck life is proving that in so many ways so many times. For something I prefer death, is hotter tho. And feels way better to be dead than alive too... Fuck, why has so many more positive points death and life? So weird. I should just... use this to finally do what I wanted years and years ago. Use this to finally stop being someone and just be the vessel. The last step is to not talk, something I tried years ago but failed, somehow because I always have too much dialogue. But now that... there's no one... I'll be alone and won't talk to anyone. I should take this in the positive side, even if is for that objective. Maybe there are other things I should do to be the best version of myself, and the vessel my player deserves, but either way..."
Raziel then slowly lifted his right hand, wearing a heavy, ornate dark aged metal ring, shaped into the snarling visage of a demonic skull, the skull is crowned with three miniature skulls resting on its forehead and from behind the crown, a pair of curved horns; and after hesitating, he kissed it in the open mouth the ring has.
After a moment, Raziel grabbed a blue camping bed, a backpack and saved what he could to then come back other times for the rest and mount his own campament.
Raziel (Thoughts): "Maybe I can, in a way, take the life from me that never existed and I alwasy faked to actually create it in the only way I can. With nature. But uhh... only time will tell, as always."
Raziel then stopped before leaving for last time the building, giving his back to the entrance he moved the knuckle of his right hand to force his head near 90 degrees to his right to look at the entrance of the building.
Raziel: "... How was it said? Oh, right. Farewell... Raziel..."