"Fuck!"
A loud exclamation came sharply from my throat as I stopped for a few seconds to take a deep breath, seeing such a gruesome scene of someone being burnt alive, my legs started running automatically, I guess this is what they call the instinct to survive.
The night felt particularly cold, making me shiver subconsciously, yet my body still exuded a peculiar heat coming from within, as if I had just run a marathon.
"If she had discovered me, it was certain."
"I would definitely die."
Watching death from such a close angle made me realise that when someone struggles at their last breath, it is not at all peaceful, not at all a quiet kind of shit like we read in stories, it is harrowing.
The experience is definitely enough to make you nauseous the first time.
