There’s no food in purgatory. No flowers, no herbs, no fruits, or berries, no wildlife nothing. Only monsters. We’re fighters, there was nothing here we couldn’t handle it’s what wasn’t here that wore you down. Your body only lasted so long before it needed fuel. We tried to hunt the creatures for you to feed on, they only made you sick. The ‘herbs’ and ‘plants’ here they all bite back. I could heal your wounds, and stop your bleeding but I couldn’t nourish you. You went to sleep every night and I held you, eyes wide, hoping and praying your heart wouldn’t stop. You were getting so small, I could see all your bones, finally you stopped walking. I kept you safe, I kept them away from you but they hovered like vultures, drooling, screaming and barking. They waited and so did I because that was all I could do. You said you were tired, that you were only going to sleep, you told me how you and Sammy were used to starving, and you closed your eyes. I protected your body just as I did when it was still breathing. I watched you waste away. I didn’t bury you because I held on to that hope that Sam would find us. And having to dig up your body would only delay our escape. Sam never came, and sometimes I’d think it was for the better. There was so little left of you to rescue now. Every time I tried to hold you something would collapse. So I sat next to you and tried to remember your voice. Eventually there was nothing but bones, but the monsters kept coming. I couldn’t move from the spot I last heard you speak, I wouldn’t move. I fought for your spirit. So much time had passed, grass and flowers began to grow where you once lay. Flowers from home, flowers that didn’t bite or grow heads. They were just a beautiful as you once were, and I had something new to protect.

I’m not a writer, so this is just a really long purgatory headcanon that I could’t get out of my mind (in first person because it’s easy to write). uou