"RUN!," Clara yells.
Bang!
The sound of a rifle being fired forces be to run even faster, with cobwebs and sticks hitting my face. We run faster to nowhere, deeper into the heart of the city. The guards have been chasing and firing at us ever since we rescued Elise from the hanging. Guards. Friends. This is the closest I've gotten to meeting with death.
"Quickly, In here!," Clara yells as she opens a basement door.
We scramble like mice into the damp, dark cellar. The light doesn't last for long as Clara quickly slams the door, stopping the guards from getting us. I turn on my flashlight. We all pant and catch our breath from the everlasting sprint. From what I can hear, the guards have probably given up since they stopped shooting. Good. Enough time to interrogate Elise about why she was getting hanged.
"Elise...," I grunt. "Why..Why were you-"
"They're feeding us crap," Elise snaps. "They're feeding us h-human meat."
"What?!," Clara and I yell in unison.
"I was at the orphanage...I started to poke around the kitchen..," Elise admits. "That was when I found out. What did you think happens to all those dead executed bodies?"
I run to the toilet to regurgitate what's left of my lunch, knowing full well that I ate human meat. As I bend over and vomit, I think about the lies that the city has told me. The lies that everyone told me about this "civilized" settlement. The sadness in my heart turns into anger, wanting to kill the man who did this. The man who fed innocent souls their own kind. I finish throwing up and stumble on two feet. My stomach feels like burning acid which means that I probably can't eat for a few weeks. Why would I eat. They're only feeding us our own kind. As I amble towards the door, to Clara and Elise, the cellar door suddenly explodes, leaving a cocktail of debris, smoke and glass into the air. I instinctively hide in the bathroom, leaving the door ajar so I can peek through it. But the smoke in the room limits my vision to what seems like 4 silhouetted figures leaving the room. "No!," I think. "Clara!" The patrol officers must have breached the door to...to...execute them.