Who have I been praying to?

Was all that was running through Mark’s head as he held the gun to it. This was surely the end. The torture was done after this. He’d pray so.

That was until loud gunshots played throughout the house. His hand lowering the gun.

Banging. Frantic banging on the door, and yelling. Mark didn’t seem to want anything to do with it.

The insanity was already drowning him and he barely had a grip on reality anymore. The alternate had won.

Well..Had.

More yelling—no. It wasn’t repeats of previous people. Not a new voice, but it was inconsistent and wobbly. But the Alternates could fake their despair, that’s how they get you.

“No, no, no..God, please, no..” Mark huddled in on himself, crying, pleading to…Whatever was possibly out there that he’d survive. Mark was already left for dead by everyone, by the cops, tricked. What else was coming his way?

Mark’d have to find out.