Before my eyes are completely repulsive sights.

I don't know how to describe it in words. There is blood, organs, flesh… Burnt? No, it would be better to say that it was corrupted, undone. 

Hundreds, thousands, millions of bodies. All belonging to inhabitants of this city, all brutally murdered by psychis.

They were laughing and celebrating as they destroyed the bodies of those who, until a moment ago, were their friends, neighbors, and even family.

I can only see Death.

I was here, waiting for them to share the same fate with me, but no one comes to kill me. Something was keeping them away from me.

I don't want this.

Maybe I should have stopped them before. Maybe they take me as their ally because I stood by them, fighting for them and their freedom.

Should I go along with them and do the same?

Have I been wrong?

Were James and George right, or was Andrea right, or Ethan right, or Willo right?

Or Ethan? Or Willo? Or my parents? Or Bill? Or The Redhead? Or Touch?

Can this be changed?