Left to Rot

I walked in fear among the others. One arm up, one arm down. Everything they did I would do. A chameleon and I would be one, with conformity as our expertise. Suddenly, gun shots were heard from above. The sky looked as if it were raining bullets. I briskly whipped out my τσέπη shovel, and dug a hole in the ground, for I had prepared for this moment for months. As I hopped into the 8 foot hole I had dug, I watched in horror as those I once walked parallel with were jerked around, with two or more bullets penetrating their skin. Soon enough, the bullets stopped. As I climbed up from the cavity in the ground, all around me were dead besides a man who was about 10 feet away from me. As I began to approach him, I noticed that he was in hysterics. He looked at me with barren eyes before he crumpled into a ball, withering away like the others. This is what happens when you defy society, you end up alone.