dramatispersonae | breeze's heart

breeze's heart

#fayzedandconfused | 4 PM EST

[heading for the town hall, looking around for anyone he might know]

[ As you mount the gleaming steps to the town hall, the smell of blood hits you. It’s weak, at first, but the closer you get to the building’s front entrance, the stronger it becomes. It doesn’t seem like anything great is waiting for you inside. ]

[well, it is the FAYZ. taking a deep breath and pushing the doors open]

[ Weren’t you walking up the steps to get into the building just a second ago? Now you’re clearly in a basement room—a makeshift hospital, by the looks of it. There are several cots lined up against the walls, their sheets turned down as if waiting for someone to occupy them. It’s obvious that someone had been trying to keep the place clean until recently, but now… Now there are medical supplies scattered everywhere, and worst of all, there are dead kids lying on the floor, lined up in rows, like tiny fallen soldiers. Their eyes stare sightlessly at the ceiling. A sick sense of acknowledgment hits you—these kids died because of something you did. At the same time, you don’t necessarily feel guilty. It’s just the truth. ]