The Anonymous (Part two of the Coma Series)

Chapter 4: Massacres

The people around me hesitated wondering whether or not risk leaving the safe haven and enter the unknown world. I pulled out the shard pointing at the nearest group of people. They screamed and started running for the nearest exit, as I maniacally laughed at the nefariousness of my activities. I liked seeing them be frightened of me, all of their euphemism hadn't put me to rest just yet. I started half-limping and galloping towards the crowd of survivors, it crossed my mind, they had been put through some much, but so have I! I picked up a katana from the ground surprised a victim would drop such a fine weapon especially in the quagmires of the new world. 310 seconds later they were all gone, too scared too face what was coming for them. I kept limping towards the exit of the facility. Looking around and seeing the lost memories of people in a mad-dash to get away. I saw clothes, wallets, suitcases, dropped stuff animals. But the worst of all was countless syringes of cyanide, one after another towards the medical offices. It seemed as if the whole office had committed suicide trying to protect some valuable information from the general public. They were hiding something, but what? Why? I needed more, more information, more "beans" as me and Bob used to call it. Bob, Bob, my best friend gone, what had happened that day, didn't remember, it was the beginning of the end.