Punching hard surfaces until you bleed

The odd feeling of relief refuses to fade from your body as you look over what was once your home. The bodies of your once companions and places full of memory are strewn amongst what seems like barren wasteland. 

Your body must be sore, well, the adrenaline ceases it of course. But you must be very hurt, you remember the torturous pain that encapsulated your body before you lost consciousness. 

Reality says otherwise however, as the traces of blood on your body are not yours. In fact, you seem to be perfectly fine. Your head feels like collapsing in on itself, and you decide to sit down. This is quite unusual, isn't it? 

And yet, despite your circumstances, you feel relieved. You shouldn't, you're the only survivor. The guilt starts to slowly heap itself onto your chest when the prospect of being able to grow your hair out and having a name sounds life changing. 

In frustration your fist becomes tattered and drenched in gorey red as you plummeted it into debris. Your yells echo across the endless horizon of rocks and dirt before you witness the skin of your injured hand connecting back together. An eerie red replacing the damage. 

You continued to pummel slabs of concrete with your fists, then your legs, then your head. Until you felt your bones break and your leg bend and your skull crack. You're gritting your teeth so hard and it feels like they may pop. Whatever injuries you cause to yourself seem to repair itself afterwards. 

Unruly splatters of red surround you at every corner as you fall to your knees. 

It's difficult to process, this entire day. 

With your tired, foggy eyes, you stare at a man who is missing his legs a distance away from you. His expression is haunting, but you've already seen it once before. The memory of the same everyday returns to you. 

Despite the horrible inhuman screech that rings out behind you, it's quiet. 

It doesn't matter anymore, and you ignore the overwhelming swell of black tar brewing in your ribs. It smells sickly, and it hurts. 

Your head full of nothing and something prowling amongst the wreckage, the vibrant red overtakes you. 

You're still relieved, imagining yourself with a name, and it feels horrible.