The Fall: 13. Dead man walking

Dead man walking

-You also heard it. -whispered Thresh, without asking for an answer.

He needn't reply. Whoever he was, his answer didn't matter now. He had been called a lot of names, but now he was no more than a living dead walking with the sickest warden the world had ever met. He didn't really like the sensation of being nothing but a dead man walking, but the feel of liking something was unbearable to his existence. The dead man found himself on the floor, and Thresh talked again.

-Don't you remember what I told you? If I talk, you answer. -angrily said the Chain Warden.- If I walk, you do. Wake up, we've got a long road to walk.

He woke up, his eyes burning at the sight of Thresh's smile; if he was still alive, he'd be afraid. But he was not alive anymore. Xin Zhao was dead. The Viscero was buried deep beneath the Noxian arena, and the Seneschal of Demacia had died at the hands of Noxus. There were no roles left for him to live.

...

Captain Fortune was leading the fleet; his vessel was being followed by seven other ships which as a whole were known as Riptide. In the past twenty years, those eight crews had been paid to protect Ionia; not a man or woman of Bilgewater had died while on duty, and not a single Noxian ship had lasted long if the patrols were around. But the Black Mist... this was a completely different enemy.

Year after year, the Black Mist grew stronger. The dead ones were literally knocking at the doors of every single person that inhabited Bilgewater, calling for their relatives to share with them the trip back to the Shadow Isles. This expedition was something outstanding; the last hope of every man and woman of the region. 

But the Black Mist did not forgive the absurd recklessness of the men and women who had set sail. Days passed by, but there was no trace of Captain Fortune's crew. Not a single ship on the horizon; nothing but mist to be seen. The nights were also way more calm than before; nothing but mist to be afraid of.

Yasuo worked hard the first days of Harrowing; he had been three days and nights non-stop fighting those horrors and abominations. He helped the children and their families that tried to escape the terrors who haunted them, he took care of the bar whose owner had been receiving him like a friend would during those last years. At the end of the third night, when he realized that the mist was no more than an empty darkness, Yasuo walked again to the docks. Without a thought, he let himself fall into the very same place that his coats had been three days ago, before the unfolded events.

-The right to die during my watch is held by my enemies and me only. -calmly said while banishing into his own mind and falling asleep.

That night he dreamed. And so he did for the next three days and nights.