The blurs of images kept coming back to me. the motions of running in circles flashed back. it was set in a dusty area where i couldn't see very clearly. it had a foggy effect and the sunlight was immersed in clouds, barely peeking out light. the acidity in the air tore at me, and the humidity made my hair limp against my head. there was a floating foul stench almost like something was rotting nearby. i couldn't really see anything except several people faraway gathering around.
we were running away. i wasn't sure from what, until i saw them. they wore shiny white suits and on their head, a spiky helmet with 3 holes on top. they held a black shotgun, and i knew they were going after us. we were running for our lives.
up ahead, i saw an old junk yard, and i crawled under a big dirty brown machine. i didn't have time to think what it was, all i thought about was that my life was in danger. "they" were inching closer. as i struggled to get under, i saw that another person was under this shelter as well. the man was pretty small, with big wide scared guys staring at me. i heard quick footsteps that stopped right ahead. they were here.
they peeked under and caught a glimpse of the small man. the man tried to hide, but it was too late. he was caught and..shot. right in front of my eyes. as i gasped, i realized "they" had seem me as well. i was doomed to die. i stood up and walked closer and touched the white suit. it felt so smooth. then, i grabbed the shotgun, faced my own terrified face..and shot straight at the same face before i could see the painful expression.
no, i did not commit suicide, there was 2 of me. and i realized one had to die. i killed that part of me. that was the only thing that made "them" stop shooting innocent people. because i had defeated the purpose.
