His thoughts were interrupted by the commander's low call for them to come out.
A movement from one of the men jolted him from his reverie. Sika looked up, having seen a few drops of blood trickle down.
He knew this did not bode well.
It was decided that every step on the stairs would be a harbinger of an inevitable, ominous scene.
He poked his head out, his eyes immediately scanning what was happening outside. Just as he had anticipated, he didn't encounter a river of zombies, but an ocean of blood.
There was so much blood that it filled the villa, passing through every corridor until it reached an underground room.
The blood belonged to dozens of people, and the rest were thousands, both wounded and unwounded.
The ranks began to walk outside, each step more difficult than words can describe, as their feet began to tumble across cigarette butts, body parts, and blood mixed with mud.
When they finally cleared the villa and saw the ground, there was nothing left above it.
No coffee, no people, no stones. A nuclear bomb had obliterated everything on the ground. Life or death
Men walked with the leader and the famous Sika to the village's front gates, but of course, there was no gate. They walked, hoping to find a weapon and bullets. Sika found a teddy bear mixed with blood and mud.
And everyone knew whose this teddy belonged to.
Sika's cry to the men:
"You see, we have no value, no worth!
If we don't defend ourselves, no one alive will defend us!
I don't want a single person in this bitch country who doesn't talk about Sika!
He wants them to be terrified of our name! He wants to infiltrate with this plane! Search a hundred times before he remembers that what's beneath him are ants, not humans!"
The men's cries with Sika, their cries mixed with sorrow, terror, and fear of nothing but weakness.
Kilometers and a few hours to the future, Amir was in front of many cars in a traffic jam outside the city heading towards the hill. An emergency situation. Amir, temporarily, and looking for some reason, the traffic jam from the Florida car. Ahead of him, outside, someone to his right was cursing and saying it was impossible to find enough space for him and his family.
So Amir stood on top of the vehicle, seemingly oblivious to the endless traffic. The girl looked at him. "What's going on? Will we ever get there today?"
Amir was silent for a moment, unsure of the right response.
Then he replied,
"I think if we walk, we might arrive before the vehicle."
Some overheard whispers about reaching a village in the desert, unable to escape, and the spread of the epidemic yesterday, or perhaps before the news of the pandemic broke.
Malik, Mir, and Mary looked at each other in silence. They wondered what if this was true.
Voices began to rise nearby.
To Amir's right, a fight seemed about to start. He heard words of encouragement until he heard something no one wanted to hear, something more than just profanity: a word that could mean utter unease even after death.
She died.
Amir got out to see what was happening.
A man was there, shouting at another inside the vehicle, his belly button bulging. He threatened him to get out.
People were getting closer and closer to Yazeed.
The man shouted,
"This man will kill us all! This man is injured!"
The man was gripping the steering wheel, looking ahead nervously. He glanced fearfully at the child in the car, looking outside. Fear and anger were evident on the faces of the people, so he imagined the child.
He broke the car window with his foot after realizing there was no other way to get the injured man out of the car.
At this point, the man in the car became enraged and got out with a gun.
"If he comes any closer, I'll kill him!"
Panic spread among the people. Amir looked at the man's arm, and it seemed he had been injured; there was a long gash on his arm.
She got out of the car, her voice calm, and asked him to go back, but he didn't listen.
The other man shouted at him, "Get out of here! Stay away from these people!" and gestured for him to leave the road alone.
The man looked around, still holding the gun. Fear of being shot was evident on the faces of the people. Then he looked at his daughter and told everyone to bring the child out of the car. The car.
They shouted until he pulled it out, and they shouted at the crowd.
"Almost no one, and I'll shoot," he said as he slowly returned to the car.
He returned it, turned the vehicle towards Brazil, and exited the road into the desert on his right. He succeeded, then sped away amidst the stares of the people.
Amir continued to stand guard, knowing that the end of this would not be happy.
And indeed, after a short distance from the car, a strange figure began to move, swerving right and left, until it crashed into a large rock.
Everyone looked on in shock until the man was thrown from the vehicle seconds later. He was already dead.
Her husband closed his daughter's eyes as the man ran. The crowd did not attack him. The people screamed, and terror began to grip them. The one who participated was quickest, and it was Amir. Amir pointed the new pistol, his hand trembling. He closed his eyes as he was a little further away. Amir hesitated to fire, but he tried to pull the trigger.
The sound of the gun rang out. Amir's eyes met his. He found the man's body. He was standing right in front of him, with the bullet in the middle of his head.