I’m selected. Me out of anyone else in the pot I was the chosen one.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

What to pick.

What to pick.

One item out of any in the whole world.

What do I pick?

It can’t harm- but yet- it can be useful.

Everyone else probably picked food. Protection. Water.

I’m a whole other story.

I brought- a rag.

HEAR ME OUT!! A rag may look non suspicious and weird at a first glance- but if you look at how dangerous it can be- it’s a miracle.

It can harm someone, you can tie them up, choke them, hurt them in any way possible.

You may be thinking though, how can I defend myself if that doesn’t work?

The question isn’t how would I defend myself, no- no.

The question is, if my defences go down- how can I heal myself?

It’s not like ibuprofen would heal me. They’d just run out in an instant. But a rag? No. A rag wouldn’t do that.

I can tie the rag around my cuts that dig deep into the flesh and bones, and heal myself. The rag won’t go away. The rag will protect me.

The rag- will ALWAYS be there.