AMELIA
I suckled in a breath, waking up to a reality.
I thought I made it through, but it was like a dream talking to them, telling them what I saw. But I swore I was there before something pulled me out.
I cracked my eyes open, only to see the same darkness I walked in before. I quickly got on my feet.
“What the hell?” I felt like someone just pulled the ground under my feet, throwing me through the hole into the abyss. I tried to walk through many times, but I was still here, in this wasteland of dying people. It was horrible— the smell of death and corpses.
The atmosphere was worse than the desert in summer. It felt like being inside the heating pot without the water and my skin kept simmering.
The canister smoked a long time ago, and those people stopped running after me. They
