I just looked at her, saddened by this. Damn it! I needed to learn when to keep my mouth shut.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I told her. I looked embarrassed by even asking that question. It was majorly disrespectful. She kept looking at me, still sobbing. Then after a few minutes, she stopped.
"It's not your fault," She told me. "I just... Didn't know how to deal with their loss... I guess I bottled it up..."
"It's okay," I reassured her. I knew she didn't want to talk about it. I decided to change the subject, "What are we going to do now?"
"With the cannibals?"
"Yes."
"We should draw up plans for attack. Let's get rest, and then tomorrow we will plan."
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The Art of Death Vol I
Science FictionIn the year 2097, a virus outbreak occurred, killing and infecting billions of people. The governments of the world quickly fell to its knees to the infected. The infected, or commonly called, "Beasts", were once humans, but infected with the virus...
