Little Games We Play

Argos's mouth falls open after reaching the visible site. He gasped with his bulging eyes while he stares incredulously at the state of the campsite he didn't expect. His heartbeat starts racing while forming the weights on his stomach. By that time, he already lost his thinking.

All of the camps are ruined. Some of the tents are still burning, but the rain helped redden the fire just before it scatters more. There are no signs of people nor breathing life around their view. The smell of burnt wood radiates up to their place. The only thing they can hear is the heavy drops of rain mixing with his loud breathing heterogeneously.