Villains or heroes ?
Anyone couldn't really know.
They were already drowned inside the insanity of the world of murderers, inhale into the wave of blood they created. All of their dreams had evaporated long time ago. I felt it, even during the first day here, inside this secret safe room.
At the first place, I didn't understand why I was here, with them. Thought, I know now, even if I'm just an observer. In fact, I was already one back then. I looked at them, every day. They were special.
They always seemed to face me in another way than with the rest of the group. Maybe it was because I didn't suffer like them in my first decade. At any case, for me, they were heroes who did the job of other people. Yet, I didn't do something in the interest of changed the fact that we could also assume they were villains.
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Secret safe room
Short StoryThe world changed, people as well. In order to survive, a certain person accepted to join an organization and went to a tiny house, the secret safe room. Here is the journal at that time.
