Argust walked the long canyon over the long many corpses of those who had failed to navigate its maze properly or who fell from high above. He cared not nor looked at their bodies as it would take time and energy. Both of which were beyond valuable to not only his life but the lives of the ones he cared for. Whenever his yellow catlike eyes spotted a bag he would dive in to them trying to scrounge up any morsel he could find. His paws clawing through the package as quickly as possible. In the desert sun, his ruffled and dirty fur  fur disgusted him, it used to be such a vibrant orange that he was told was brighter then the sun at certain times and the onyx stripes that were randomly scattered across his hide merely supplemented his former beauty. But that was years ago. Before all this... this hell. He laughed for a moment in his grim humour, because hell really did come to Earth. Some said it was because of man's attempt to play god and alter his genetics. Argust had joined that group, he had changed himself to be more like his favourite animal, a tiger. But really it didn't matter now, the heavens and the hells were all at war. Anubis versus Ra in the middle east, Thor and his father stood against Loki and Hel. Zeus fights his brother and his father reborn.<br/><br/>Earth had been turned into a battleground, death was all that Argust had known for 5 years now; he feared it would never end. He found little amongst the corpses of the fallen. He turned defeated letting a bit more of the hopelessness claim him yet again. He looked up and cried, they would yet again have to dig into their now dwindling emergency supplies. As his cries were stifled by fear, a roar, one that rocked his soul to the core. A daemon. He hid in a crevice nearby. Concealing himself from the terror that stalked the cliffs above him a stomping that rocked the earth around him, dirt fell from the celing of the cliffs and rocks started to strike him from above, even in his hiding spot he was not safe, he attempted to sprint away, to hide somewhere new. As he left his spot of hiding he was instantly struck upon his head with a large rock. He was knock unconscious the moment immediately after.<br/><br/>Awaking hours later, in the late hours of the night, he tired to get up. The pain was great and he fell back down, his head was not just sore but it burned. His face was covered in some crusty liquid covered his face. It was his blood. He lifted his hand to the back of his head and a deep gash had pierced deep. he needed to get back to the cave, get help. Have his wound sealed up before it became infected. He felt dirt and iron oxide mar his face as it was covered in sweat. He got up. Much slower, he held his head as he slowly trudged back to his residence. His tattered clothing was now even more so tattered. as more rocks seemed to have pelted it and torn it. it began to fall from his person leaving him to the cold embrace of night.<br/><br/>He approached the entrance low in the cliff face overlooking a riverbed slowly. Only to find an arm hanging out the entrance. He stood for a moment, *No...* he slowly walked to the entrance looking in. It was a lit in a moonlight luminescence, showing a horrific scene of past violence. Intestines lined the walls half eaten, arms and legs were ripped asunder and bone seemed to be stripped from the victims to be later used at some kind of weapon to stab them with. Wounds filled with splintered bones. Argust collapsed into a slump, "No... NO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" the scream shook the heavens piercing the sky. Everyone, everyone he knew and loved, dead. He curled up into a fetal position, horrified he fell into a most exasperated despair "No! No! No! Nooo..." the cry gone from his face he sobbed, and sobbed feeling a great unending melancholy that consumed him utterly. He laid there for what seemed like an eternity before crying himself to sleep.<br/><br/>Upon awakening he refuesed to open his eyes, hoping it was all a dream. "It never happened. it was just a dream. I will wake up to Jacob's smiling face, Lidia pouncing on the bed like the child she was bitting his ears, Ritea giving him whatever they had for food before they all headed out for food and water. He opened his eyes and continued to sob, It was still there, the morning sun just displayed all the occurrences of the night past in a much more vivid light. Showing the horrified faces of his entire family. He closed them again and refused to believe it, but was not given the time to make it disappear. The roar from the day before returned, he scattered to the nearest hole he could fit in as a great tall daemonic being entered the room. Wreathed in shadow, a great darkness appeared near its mouth and then the room was swept in a great. everything that was left was suddenly consumed by this daemon. In the blink of an eye all the remains of the violence, the evidence of his families existence, even the remains of his clothing were stripped from him in the great wind. Then the beast left, he was naked scared and alone now, With nothing left to remind him anything had happened. He wished it gone and it happened. But now he felt even worse. Everything that he had for the last bit of his life was gone. He couldn't stand this place any more couldn't stand the memories, he got up and felt the pain pierce his head again. He fell to the ground "Fuck!..." He sobbed. But this did not deter him, he wipped them away and walked to the back of the cave, pushing aside a stone and wrapping some bed sheets around him to make a cloak to cover him, then he took all the supplies that were underneath the rock with him. Enough to last him a month or so, he set out. He suppressed all his emotions as he could no longer have them, he pushed aside his saddness and his anger. He just walked away. Walked and walked, trudging forward to what he hoped would be his death... cause he couldn't stand life anymore, but he refused to kill himself or let one of those things eat him. So he walked...<br/><br/>Months later...<br/><br/>Argust let the last bit of the water past his split lips and and parched dry tounge. He savoured the few ounces that remained within the jar as the last few drips drained out. He threw it aside no where near enough to sustain him. He walked the destroyed city streets, he felt the life slowly begin to drain from him. He would finally feel the release of death, be free from his depressed torment. Released from this life, he collapsed under the massive weight of his body, it was so heavy now. So heavy and limp, it felt so good. The hot sun oppressed him in the tattered bed sheets he still wore. As he slowly finally slipped into unconsciouness he saw a shadow walk up to his resting place. He mumbled "Death... finally you come for me... you win.... I lose." with that he passed into slumber. Hoping he would never wake up again.