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ch00: As We Lay to Rest
It was surreal.
The feeling of everything disappearing.
So painfully slow, yet it seems like time passed by too fast.
Too fast to comprehend what was happening.
Emergency sirens were blaring. Bright lights were flashing everywhere. Children were crying as their parents fruitlessly tried to calm them down. People were running, pushing one another out of the way just so their chances of escape would increase. The yelling, the sobbing, the sounding of alarms - a strangely marvelous cacophony.
Amid all the chaos, some people lay unconscious. Eyes closed and breathing shallow, drowning in a peaceful sleep.
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Peaceful.
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Peaceful.
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Peaceful.
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Then, helicopters came swooping down and tanks were coming from the north. Armed men came rushing out, holding firearms. Some people ran towards them; eyes red from crying, a few were even holding out their children. They clung to the armored men, voices as loud as the alarms. And others, they backed away, ran - they were the smarter ones.
"PLEASE! SAVE US!"
"TAKE ME WITH YOU!"
"I CAN'T DIE HERE!"
"SAVE MY PRECIOUS LITTLE GIRL!"
And their voices were cut off, one by one, each by the sound of gunfire. Bullets pierced through flesh, blood spilled and the panic escalated. Now these people were scrambling to get away, pulling down someone blocking their way, pushing away whoever is in the path of escape. What is sympathy, at the cost of your life?
The armored men continued, seemingly never running out of bullets. Shooting down everyone. Leaving no one alive.
They were told to. Orders were orders, after all.
After hours, so many long hours, the cries were gone. The alarms had gone off, the lights had long burnt out, and the people were quiet. Everything was finally still.
Everything was finished.
It was peaceful.
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Peaceful.
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Peaceful.
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Peaceful.