Blood flows down the man’s face like a slow-moving waterfall. Lastly, the letter “P” is cut above his left eye with the stem of the letter reaching just above his eyelid. The letter “I” is carved next with a quick vertical slice in the middle of his forehead. The blade cuts into the flesh as blood erupts from his forehead and trickles down the corner of his right eye. The large man on the ground screams out in pain as the scarred man begins to engrave the letter “R” onto his forehead with the blade of the machete. Your sacrifice comes at a cost – but you will know Freedom the way we do,” explains the confident leader. Don’t struggle because here you will find peace and you will be Free. “Lost One, I see your pain, but I also see your want to let go of your ego. He bends over the helpless man on the ground staring into his soul for a moment with a slight grin on his face. He holds the machete right up to the middle of his face seeing the blood trickle down the shaft and the reflection of the flames on the steel. He begins to clench his fists and pound at the air like he is preparing for a boxing match. The noises that come out of his mouth next sound animalistic as if he just regained life. The man reaches in his pocket and shoves his hand up to his nose taking a deep breath, releasing leftover white particles floating in the air around him. The light from the fire reveals the letters R.I.P on the scarred man’s forehead with the shadows concealing the rest of his face. Drops of blood slowly drip off the sharp tip of the blade and onto the man’s forehead.
As he reaches him, the scarred man holds a bloody machete in his hand and hovers over the unscathed man on the ground. The word “sacrifice” is cut into his arm starting at his shoulder and running down to his wrist. His scars seem different, like they have been there longer than the others. Now, they feel more alive than they ever felt.Īnother bald man, this time leaner with multiple scars covering his body heads toward the man being pinned down. Some however, were people that could never get their head above the poverty line and struggled in multiple areas of their life causing depression. Most of these Rippers were junkies, criminals, people with schizophrenia and suicidal in the previous world. They worship the Freakers and believe that becoming infected is a gift. The Rest in Peace cult began growing and making a name for themselves after the outbreak. One mark is distinctive on each person, the letters R.I.P engraved onto their foreheads. Both Rippers resemble each other along with the people around them with their shaven heads and covered with slander and scars all over their bare bodies from self-inflicted cuts. The ritual around him continues to proceed as the people dancing are blinded to their surroundings. “Get Low!” one calls out in low a gravelly voice.Ī large bald man gets shoved from behind toward the fire and thrown down to the ground forcefully by two other Rippers.
The screams and moans of Freakers in the distance add to the ambiance of their ritual.
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The fire provides an orange glow underneath the radiant stars and luminous full moon hovering over the chaos of the infected world. A ritual of acceptance and fearlessness soothes them to their soul. The crackling and popping sound from the large bonfire acts as a song to the terrifying noises and cries of the people dancing around it. The red lettering looks rough and jarring exhibiting that blood was utilized in the propaganda. The wrinkled letters begin to unfold as the cloth catches the wind and sways upward, revealing the sloppily written letters of R.I.P. The cool night wind gusts through the tears of the dirty white cloth creating a flapping noise snapping it back and forth. A white tattered cloth punctured through a jagged wooden stick hangs overhead like a proud banner.
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