When I was about to unlock the door then I saw the two cats in front of it. The stubborn cats weren't looking to leave my way. I kicked them hard and went outside the house, without locking the door.

When I stepped on the road then saw some corpses on there. After walking few minutes, I saw very nasty view of decapitated heads.

There were a dozen of those lifeless heads there and the bodies were nowhere to be found.

I felt extreme thirst due to horror. I felt like kick on the gut and had to battle with urge to vomit again.

I knew where I was going. The place which had started it all.

Markeenz.

"You should have let me jump from the balcony." I said to the divine kid who was no more alive. I imagined the child walk with him while I was finding dead bodies everywhere. The place looked nothing shy of an apocalyptic world. The dystopian world.

Still there were some people running around, not one was worth to be talked with.

"You should have let me jump. You should have let me hit the ground and get squashed." Now I began blaming the child, whom I had been thanking more than anyone else few days ago, "Not only did I kill in battlefield but also in later years of my life. Let those commit suicide who possess capacity to harm others. If you had let me die than they would have survived."

I remembered of Dormer and his action of giving letter to a child. I could blame Dormer no more.

I soon went near the river, saw corpses and burning police vans. I went in the shore. Sun was about to set and I couldn’t forgive himself.

I walked inside the river and submerged myself inside it. I had no intentions to kill myself but I was hoping the water would clear my sins. I hoped it will make Lord forgive my crime which I had done unintentionally.

Then I pulled myself out of the water and walked away from the river. After walking for some time, I noticed nasty smell from his body and stickiness on my body.

I was drenched in blood. Blood was dripping from the clothes. Neither the water of lake was red nor were corpses there anymore. But still I came out with blood from clean water.

It was dark already so I found no problem to walk back to my residence in such situation. When I entered inside my house then he saw the freaking Russian Blue run towards me. It came running towards me and began to lick blood on my feet.

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It gripped my leg like a human gripped a tree and began to lick blood like ice – cream.

I pushed the filthy creature away, took off shoes and bathed. After bathing I changed clothes and wrapped the bloodied clothes to dump it. When I was about to get out of the house to throw clothes in trash then I saw the same cat licking his bloodied shoes. This time it had called its other friends. Even the Garfield (the laziest cat I had ever seen) was there.

I threw the shoes as well. Now I no longer wanted to sleep in lobby. I went back to the bedroom which no more stunk. I lied on bed with numbness within me. Then I realized even in my own beloved bedroom, I didn’t want to sleep.

I stared at the ceiling for a couple of hours until my eyes could no longer resist being opened. I slept.

He saw his wife hugging him. He couldn’t see himself in this dream too. Her face was very close to his face but still Tarot didn’t look back in his eyes. He wanted to speak but no words came out of his mouth.

"Hey, why don’t you talk to me?" he shouted loudest he could.

"Look, he's angry!" his wife's sister came there and began to touch his head too.

"Stop doing it, bitch!" he shouted and only allowed his wife to touch him.

"He seems to have grown interest on you." His wife's sister said and they laughed.

Tarot stretched his hand and touched her face. She liked it and looked at her sister. Tarot couldn’t hold his love for her anymore so he pulled her cheek.

"Ouch!" she said and Tarot felt like he was dropped down.

Blood came from her cheek, "You nasty creature. Oh!" she screamed.

"I did not mean to!" Tarot screamed.

"Don’t pick him up now." Sister said.

"You slut, how dare you to say so?" he again bellowed.

But Tarot saw them leave…

Tarot ran after them but didn’t get them.

He saw a man run after him with a stick in his hand, "Come here, you bastard!" He presumed he got hit on the back.