Eight are left one to live
16 dead lifted away
Thinking only survival
A sword in my hand
I hunger for action
A thirst for blood
I search for others
In the dead of night
Suddenly a huge explosion
I am lifted away unharmed
Only to be tortured
Dunked in ice water
Electrified
Burned
Cut
But never breaking
Never cracking
Harder than a nut
Then black out
But don’t wake up
I think there is no purpose
But I do wake up
Only to go back under
The next time I wake
I wait and wait
But nothing comes
I notice I’m floating
But realize I’m being carried
I pass out
And wake up in a hospital
People gathering around
Staring
I wait and wait again
Then I ask
Where am I?