The whimpers turned to sobs, and after some time, the sobs swelled to snot-filled wails.
Shao Cheng fell on his face, burying it in the grass again. The mounds piled atop his parents' bodies rose on either side of him, and he lay between them like a third living corpse, trembling and howling as his chest ached like a thousand knives had been pressed slowly into it.
"I HATE IT!" he screamed, tearing grass out of the ground violently. "Everything! I hate everything! Fuck you, fuck all of you, fuck everything! I'm fucking glad this plague came! I hope it wipes out every last fucking one of them! Everyone fucking person in Gongkua! They're all the same! And if it doesn't…" He gritted his teeth, digging his nails into the earth and tearing out the roots of long grass that grew there, with the ferocity of a wild dog tearing flesh apart. "I'll fucking kill them myself! I'll slit their throats, I'll…"
