"SOMEONE HELP ME! HE'S COMING FOR ME! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!"
"Fire, fire everywhere. I'm burning, I need water! The fire is growing bigger...IT BURNS PLEASE! I NEED WATER!"
"Lord! Help me please! They digging their retched nails into my flesh! I don't want to go to Hell!"
"My ears are bleeding. Guns, explosions, screams are everywhere. Why won't this madness stop?"
"There's no one here. Hehe..there's no one. They've left me here to rot, to die, HAHA!"
"It's not real, this isn't real. They are just messing with my head. I know who I am. I'm not crazy. I'm not one of them."
The sound of flesh being slapped, echoed into the ears of the crazy.
"I just want to go home."
There are sounds of pen scribbling on paper, and a voice speaking in a voice recorder.
"All case test subjects went into stage 6. Number of days-"
The color of red painted the walls and the bullet met its tormentor.
The crowd went wild.