Blood trailed down his hands, and he didn’t even bother wiping it off before pressing the wound again to stop the flow. He was in a daze. The man had been killed right in front of him, yet somehow he managed to keep going through every step. David was too exhausted to do anything else except stare at the body of the man who just so happened to be the first thing that came into his vision as he walked out of the alley.
The blood trail was enough to make him turn around, only to see another person behind him. His legs gave way, and the world seemed to spin around him. He fell onto the floor. Tears trickled down his cheek, no one would have died. if only they had listened to him. He told everyone not to trust them, but no one listened not even the president. Now the city has been turned into a graveyard with bodies littered everywhere.
His breathing started to become ragged. In an attempt to calm himself down, he looked around to see what he could use as something to defend himself. It took a while for him to find a brick nearby. It wasn't much, but it would do. He crawled over to the corpse, using what little strength he had left in his shaking limbs.
It was difficult to move it without disturbing any more dead bodies, but after a couple of minutes, he managed to push it to the other side of the room and lie on top of it. He laid there for a while trying to catch his breath, tears still rolling down his cheeks. After a few minutes, he stood up and began cleaning up the area.
He was starting to feel lightheaded, but he pushed it away. After everything was done he went over to the corpse again.
He tried moving it this time, but once again failed.
With a grunt, he picked it up by the armpits and heaved it onto his shoulders. He was barely able to carry the body to the van outside.
Once inside, he threw it unceremoniously over the seats and closed the door. He sat down next to it, taking several deep breaths.
After some time he pulled out his phone from his pocket and stared at the screen. There were no notifications from anyone. No matter how many times he opened up social media apps, no new messages popped up. He put it back in his pocket and grabbed his coat.
There was nothing to worry about, no one would blame him for getting hurt because of those bastards, he thought as he started the engine.
After driving for hours he stopped at a random gas station near the outskirts of a small town. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the streets. A few people stood outside the store looking at their phones, but none of them paid any attention to him, as if they hadn't noticed the dead body sitting in the car.
The cold wind felt nice against his skin as he walked down a sidewalk filled with empty shops. The sun was setting, painting the sky shades of orange and purple when he finally made it to a park. He sat down in the grass, looking out at the horizon in an attempt to avoid thinking.
David's mind wandered over the events since he found the body, he remembered the day he was attacked by the two men.
A week or so ago
He was on his way back from the white house, with an envelope containing important information from the president to the governor of New Guard city, when he was road blocked by the two men.
They wore black suit coats with matching blue pants and sunglasses that covered most of their faces. They had their guns pointed towards him, threatening to shoot if he moved a muscle.
When one of the two me reached forward and removed the shades covering the man's face, he saw an unsettling grin, that matched the evil glint in his eyes.
They took the envelope away from him but not before beating him to a complete pulp. His vision was blurry afterward but something was very clear that he noticed about his attackers. They kept making weird signs with their hand, it looked like they were trying to communicate without speaking. but why??.
....
When he returned to the white house to report his failure to deliver the message, he saw the same men that attacked him. But this time they were looking very different. Yes, they were two in number but something was off about them. They wore suits with buttons that said ‘CASTRO,’ which confused him.
The second man was wearing a similar outfit, but his jacket was red instead of green, and the shirt underneath it was bright yellow, almost blinding him for a second. He also wore a nose mask.
David tried telling the president that the men were his attackers but he didn't listen. instead, he banished David from the Whitehouse.
A few days later, the president was killed. leading to an all-out war between the people in suit and the people of earth. A well-planned ambush. Yes, the people in suits are aliens. And the envelope they stole contained national secrets.
David looked back at his car, where the body of the dead present was sitting. He shed tears and whispered under his breath, "this is all my fault".
