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At midnight, all the survivors were in their cabins, resting and preparing for the next rounds tomorrow, except 007n7, who had already been unable to rest properly for a few days, his mind always seemed to be scheming ideas and wouldn't let him rest.
¿What was so important? honestly nothing. Nothing that went through his mind was of any importance, nor could he do anything of importance, always with his mind in the clouds, daydreaming excessively. If only he could concentrate for once on what was really necessary. Like some strategy to be more useful in the rounds and not just be the coward who hides and "fixes" the generators. He doesn't even know how to fool the killers well with his clones, he was pathetic, ridiculous.
A sigh came from the depths of his soul, his body and mind were tired of all this, he needed to get better but he just couldn't, it was as if something was tying him to stay miserable. ¿What was wrong with him? he vaguely remembered how before coming to this purgatory he used to have a peaceful life with his little boy, and as he was the one who gave encouragement to his son, his cute baby used to get sad and despondent when he failed to win that game of catch or just didn't do well in school. Then he was there, to give him comfort and unconditional love, telling him things that might motivate him to improve and that he would always be the best in his eyes. Deep in his memories a smile revealed on his tired face, he missed those times and kept them like pure gold in his mind.
How he wished his life was still like that. He wished he could hear his son's voice excitedly yelling "Daddy!" every time he picked him up from school, he wished he could feel his child's hugs, he wished he could hear "You're my hero Daddy!" he wished he could play hide and seek or anything else with his son one more time. He simply wished he could go back to those times.
A giggle escaped from his lips as he experienced that wave of nostalgia and memories, a giggle that slowly turned into sobs and then into tears, that kind of tears that came from the deepest part of his soul, his heart was breaking into pieces and his mind was taking him to the border of the deepest pain. He could no longer handle the situation, he needed a shoulder to cry on, a light on his dark path, mercy. Unfortunately those things never came and probably never will.
In an attempt to console himself he hugged himself, tightening his arms and letting himself fall to the floor to cuddle like a baby, the only redeemable thing about this situation was that he slowly felt that sleep was finally taking over him, finally his mind took compassion on him and gave him the privilege of resting. It was a question of a few more minutes to fall asleep, without worrying about getting up to go to his bed, he simply let his body fall limp on the cold floor of his cabin and let the soft moonlight be his blanket.
Good night 007n7.