No. No. Absolutely not.
With trembling hands, I tried to get a look at the child's face, but his mother's corpse had gripped him so tightly that I needed to break her arms for her to let go.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am."
Finally, I pulled the child out and turned his body. Opening his eyes forcefully, I saw a dazed, glazed eye that stared back at me.
FUCK!
Are you seriously telling me that we had to get such a young child to slit his throat, kill him first, or watch him kill himself after two weeks?
No. Absolutely not.
My breathing accelerated, and I felt there was no air here; there was no way to breathe. FUCK, we are underground. HOW COULD THERE EVEN BE AIR?
"Kenny?"
There is no air here; I will suffocate. How can we get that kid to kill himself? Can you even PACKAGE THAT ACTIVITY AS SOME GODDAMN GAME FOR HIM TO COOPERATE? FUCK!
