THE WITNESS' DEATH

CHAPTER 10: [And the sparrow sparked a cry; in shambles and chaos that it has never been spared –to peril or to die. ]

[PLAYING: Coming to you by Grass]

The lights flickered on and off. The pungent smell of blood, flesh and piss took over a dominion that could drove one nauseous. An utter silence envelope the place, walls intricate by cracks and holes. A ruin in display, while boulders were gathered on each corner. There’s a low tip-tap on the roof. A rendered cracked pummelled through that caught droplets of rain, which continue dripping on the floor creating some puddles. The entire room seems bizarre, unlikely and devoid of any soul as it appeared to be abandon for a very long time ago. But what strange was a silhouette were actually there pushing what it seems to be a stretcher. A white cloth covered its surface, but the bump and tremors presumably belongs