Behind the chaos, around the piles of dead bodies, and below the gunfire, he snuck quietly across the room. Nimble and well-camouflaged, Cain got himself out of the inconspicuously located execution building, and into the bright daylight. With bags under his eyes and a worn mentality, he shoved past the daytime crowds, to the great irritation of the citizens, but their shouts meant little to him. If he knew what really went on in that large corporation, he would have never taken the position, no matter how much his family back home needed the money. He felt sick to his stomach, but unable to get rid of the images from the past two nights in his mind. Was it really just two nights? He felt like he was in that hellhole for an eternity. Even though he would be risking his life by breaching his three-year contract, he didn’t care because anything was better than going back. Stupid. Under pressure from the top dogs of the place, hands shaking, he had signed without thinking, figuring that being an “enforcer” was a simple job. Little did he know, he’d have to kill more innocent people for the wretched corporation than wars ever had. He knew that he should tell someone, do something about this, but what could he do? He was just one person. He wouldn’t make a difference. And that is the downfall of the human race. He knew, but he couldn’t make himself come around to doing anything about it. Ignorance is bliss.
The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)