The verge of insanity [Prologue]

"I remember the start, the fear. "

The distant disembodied spoke from everywhere and nowhere at once, like a voice at the back of a person's mind. 

The roaring of arguing as a two groups yelled at each other, blaming each other for what was going on or what to do next, some cried, some just stood doing nothing.

A young boy sat in a fetal position crying while behind some rubble from whatever this platform was before they all arrived, he listened to the groups arguing and cried more.

"I remember the first night, the carnage the brutality of it."

 People were still yelling, but now it was focused outward, at things approaching, the groups, now formed into 2 separate ones, one group with crude weapons on the edge of the platform, and one in the middle of the platform, including children and young teens, including a young man, who held a crude quartz axe, he was tasked with protecting the youngest that were held within the group in group in the middle. 

People in the outside group were falling fast, but there were many in the group so the defense held.

"I remember the screams."

The bulwark of people slowly started to fall, but as the sun rose the monsters retreated, the screams of the wounded still rang out, people screaming for help, others for death.

Neither came. No help was available, as there were no supplies, and the bleeding effect wasn't permanent, meaning neither got what they screamed for.

"I remember the betrayal, the death, the feeling of guilt for surviving."

The background was filled with the pounding sound of rain, and the distance sound of people pleading for help, for mercy.

A young boy ran, his appearance was rather unusual, instead of normal ears, he had long fox like ears, over his skin he had fur, fur that would be fluffy and soft, but not now, it was covered in grim, mud and blood. Over his head was translucent text reading ``RedstonizElegant``

The boy ran and recalled what had happened, the former bulwark broke apart into groups, some turned on the children and the others that didn't  join their groups, blaming them for the deaths during the night.

Anyone who wasn't in a group was forced to run to find the other groups that had left before night fall, or to fight.

The young boy ran through thigh thick mud, before tripping and falling into a small ditch like hole, hitting his head on a rock as he fell. His vision started fading, the boy laughed and cried at the same time, subconsciously moving his tail to his stomach hugging it as he passed out slowly.