158. Air

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!