My throat was dry from the inability to hydrate myself, yet I let out a blood-curdling scream. The sound of the shot that was fired came from behind me. While the blood of the dead man made its way towards my feet, I was truly spooked to try looking behind me.
"What is this? Why did he have to die?" I questioned everyone around me.
Too spooked from the death of tha man, I found it hard to process the reality itself. All I knew was that I felt strange disgust from everything around me.
"Why do I feel like this? I need to get out of here. I must get away from here," I mumbled as I broke the row by stepping away.
Before I'd manage to escape, the guard grabbed my shoulder and pointed the cold, metallic end of the rifle on my head as she instructed me, "If you'd move even an inch, I'll
