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/Silence…/
As Dale looked down, reality began to shift.
The world seemed to slow down, the wind stopped blowing, the sky darkened, and the earth rumbled with his heartbeat…
On the cold hard ground, lying atop a flimsy mattress, those he shared blood with, family, were now motionless, unresponsive.
Then, as quickly as that came, the world was tainted red as something indescribable, a primal form of rage and anger began to consume him, driving him to the edge of his sanity.
Dale found difficulty seeing anything other than rage as chaotic thoughts crept into his mind, one twitch at a time as his fingers contracted constantly.
It was as if he had developed Parkinson's.
/Inhale…/
However, only a step away from being consumed by his wrath, Dale felt the weak but continuous breaths of his parents.
They were alive, breathing weakly on the ground.
