"Please, please, please, kind friends, please take me with you!" The ragged-looking and bloodied stranger who's kowtowing before them suddenly said with what sounded like a faint and hoarse whisper. "Please, I beg of you! I've been stuck in this place for three years! This is the first time—THE FIRST TIME I'VE SEEN ANY OTHER HUMAN OTHER THAN ME!" The bloodied stranger said, making sure that he screamed the last few words he had just uttered.
The others around me reacted with varying expressions, but none of them uttered any word in response as if what they had just heard earlier had sent them to a wordless trance.
These people are out here battling among themselves as to who exactly is lying, bah! Useless, waste of time! If you're in the company of countless strangers, of course, some of you are lying; some, if not all.
It baffles me to think that they're still in that hallway knowing that someone would kill them soon if not now.