"Augustine. Augustine." August heard his name being called from somewhere. As if he was inside a dream.
But everything feels so real. The gasoline being burned, the smell of corpses choking him to death and those struggles as if they were begging him to help. The place looked like it was somewhere from the middle ages. That means he was dreaming right?
"Augustine!" August felt a sharp pain in his lower jaw and fell straight on the ground, groaning in pain. He opened his eyes once again, this time it was back to normal, everything tranquil and white like it should be.
Even though August knew it was just a dream, he can't erase the faces of despair and will to live. The stink of the blood and gasoline in the air as if it was all real. Remembering those corpses makes him sick to the gut.
"Oops!Was I too hard?" August heard her cry, and saw her standing a few feet away from him.
