"What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice and ultimately the situation.
"Don't worry." He stated as if it were an adequate reply. He held a gun, the origins of which I did not know, to my head.
"Wait! What the hell are you doing? Get me out of -- " Phbft! I couldn't feel anything. I only smelled a disgusting combination of blood and starch. He untied my hands and slightly smiled, almost painfully.
"See, no biggie." He takes his hand and awkwardly pokes my head. I look around us, all the men had fallen down. This bizarre situation has at least gotten less life threatening, I thought. I started feeling again but it was very faint. Almost numb. He lifted his hand and I felt a foreign thing wiggling inside my head and I reflexively felt around the center of my forehead jerking his hand out. Immediately after, I started to gag, but it was only out of social normalcy as I didn't really feel to barf. I felt around the back of my head and found a similar damp hole running through.
My brain shot off about all sorts of dangers while I stared wide-eyed at him. "What did you do to me?" I asked. I was more scared than ever, but my heart was beating slower by the second.
"Calm down kid. It'll be alright," He dropped off quietly. I raised my eyebrows, confused.
"See . . . you died a long time ago. The bullet through the head had a chemical reaction in your with your brain which killed these guys." I just stared at him, furrowing my eyebrows gradually and taking it all in.
"H --" The sound was piercing, and my vision went black for one second. All the colors in my vision melted together, but I saw that he was considering my form in empathy. His right hand came up and touched my ear, slightly pressing it. It
