As a result Sam was able to make conclusions from everything he saw.

These were the same military men. Instead of being on the front line they operated from within throughout the country, catching people and forcibly sending them to the war zone.

Unlike the recruits whom they “Recruited” from everywhere, they themselves were in full uniform and with firearms, in particular assault rifles.

Although news on the Internet was strictly limited and even popular bloggers did not mention such things, if you tried hard enough you could find information about such cases all over the country.

These soldiers literally kidnapped people, often accompanied by beatings and even torture. There were also deaths here and there. Hard to say what is the real number of victims because information was very restricted on the matter.

Probably only few of many cases were accidently open to the public.

They often wore masks and hid their faces because they understood perfectly well what exactly they were doing.

This was one of the reasons why Sam could not find a regular job in the city, he would simply be caught and sent to war zone until his death.

Sam hated those bastards as much as he hated the fucking politicians.

These scum voluntarily became dogs of the regime. They knew and understood everything perfectly, but they went for it anyway. Moreover, they often enjoyed their power or position they are in.

People in the country X naturally did not and could not have any weapons. Any rallies and protests were brutally suppressed and hushed up.

What was it like walking through the streets and pointing assault rifles at peaceful people, calling them draft dodgers and deserters? They must have had a lot of fun.

Although Sam also did not consider himself a good person, he didn’t know if he could stoop to their level.

Yes he hated this government and these bastards. Yes he would most likely crush others if he could exchange places with them.

However, these were only his inner thoughts, feelings and reflections considering his life experience.

A person who always helped people around him could imagine in his head that he was a brutal killer for some odd reason, but does this make him a murderer?

Humans imagination is borderless. It can`t and should not be stopped no matter what is the origin of their imagination.

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A guy can imagine that he destroyed all of humanity with his own hands, and the next day he shifts from foot to foot in embarrassment in front of a girl he liked.

So who is he? Killer of humanity or an ordinary shy guy?

It's the actions that matter. We are not what we think about ourselves. We are, first of all, our deeds and actions, whether they are good or bad.

Perhaps this is the difference between a psycho and a normal person. A normal sane person knows the boundary between his fantasies and reality. Knows where to stop and can never cross a line.

Looking at what was happening, Sam suddenly began to doubt himself. Would he be able to torture a helpless innocent person like this just for fun?

Could he get some kind of perverted pleasure from this process?

Would he be able to cripple helpless people by poking them with assault rifle and send them to death just because his superiors told him to do so?

Sam suddenly felt a terrible feeling of helplessness and powerlessness.

Not because he couldn’t help or save someone, on the contrary. Because he couldn't act like them.

He certainly wouldn't be able to give up his humanity so easily no matter how much hatred he had inside.

In his youth, he served in the army and even completed a five-year contract.

Sam knew firsthand what it was like to be subordinate or command others.

His angry screams made young soldiers to lose ground under their feet.

But what he saw now... He couldn't do the same.

He despised himself for this. Paradoxically, he despised himself for his remnants of humanity even after all the years he had lived.

That's probably why he's here in the wasteland now. Homeless beggar. He just lived an ordinary life and didn’t bother anyone, thinking that no one would bother him either.

But he was bothered... Again and again. Nevertheless he never fought back but simply lowered his head and obediently sank to the bottom until he ended up where he is now.

Sam's eyes turned red with rage at what was happening.

- Bitches! - he muttered through his teeth.

Sam was afraid of death. He can justify himself as much as he wants by the injustice of the situation, hatred towards government or something else.

But the truth is that another reason he completely refused to go to war was also because he obviously did not want to die or become crippled.

Don`t he has such a right? Don`t he have the right just to stay alive?!

All the disputes about who owes whom, for whose sake this war really is, what is right and what is wrong faded into the background.

Why does he have to die simply because someone else wants him to?

What right do they have to decide whether he should live or die?

Why did someone instead of him get to decide what was worth dying for and what wasn’t?!

If government really want to kill him so badly, then they should just do it personally.

Oh exactly... This is exactly what they are doing right now. Closed borders and hunting people around. What else could it be? A good intentions?

Now Sam watched the events not through the screen but live. They have already taken off their masks, apparently they don’t care anymore and that poor guy won’t make it to the war zone.

There were three of them, all in military uniform and with weapons.

Was it worth intervening?

Sam still didn't want to die. He understood that he could find himself in the place of the unfortunate guy who was dragging his feet with difficulty in front of the car, covered in snot and blood.

However, although he was not such a bastard as these animals, at the same time he did not feel much compassion for the guy he never met.

Only anger at the situation itself.