Gil was now standing alone, as if in a darkness created by himself. Only the sound of his fettered breaths entered his ears. And soon, that darkness slowly faded, revealing the light of the sun that shone on the bodies that scattered around him-- Corpses which were all wearing the same uniform he once wore.
Gil could only imagine if he wasn't kicked inside the Pit alongside Van-- Would he also be one of the corpses that littered the dried ground of which he stood?
He knew some of these people, some could even be considered as his friends to some extent.
"What… what have you monsters done!?"
And as if following a script, words from a familiar voice entered Gil's ears like a knife. It was his friend, Jack, the one he ordered be taken away before all this carnage started inside the Dome. He did it to save him, but it was obvious that Jack did not take it like that anymore as soon as he saw the bodies of his comrades.
I should probably get tested for covid. It doesn't help that the daily cases in my country is higher than ever before.
As always, thank you for reading!