Massacre

People have gathered. Several people came jousting, others came while looking at everything with displeasure. Hampered people, those that had problems with their movements and required assistance. They made a long line of around 80 people, me looking at them. A man first in line spoke.

"Is this going to work?" His language was not the same as those of others around here, it was more refined and not farmer-like. I saw that he had several wounds, slits of blood around his body, wounds already came into one, while also allowing most of the bacteria around to come in contact with his body. His wounds, most of them were infected. His body was very close to collapse. Gullets of everybody here, they all were old and dry. Their voices whispered around this place were hard to listen to. But I knew what had to be done, become their splendor, show them how good a person might be.