My whole body felt different from looking at bodies and blood. I had no idea which felt worse; watching the blood gush out or actually being in this situation to start with.

“Oh my God,” I growled as I kept puking over and over. I tried to shut my eyes and brush it off but I couldn’t cause I was in the midst of dead men.

I looked over their bodies and tried my best to remain calm. I felt utterly irritated but at the same time, I felt like the price.

The noise coming from the sides didn’t stop and soon I figured people were fighting.

I don’t know...