A bad choice
It was a boy who made the choice. Some would say he It was a boy who made the choice. Some would but he wasnt. He was a boy. A boy thrown into some dark shit.
Funny enough it was a bright day, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to set the tone, because unlike movies bad things happen regardless of the time or place.
The choice was simple. Let millions of innocent clueless people die, or let his family die. His sisters, his parents. As I said the choice was simple. The boy would save his family. Though he wondered if they would ever forgive him.
The drum had given him till 3pm to decide. How could a drum do anything you ask? Simple. It was a talking drum. And they communicated as well now as they did in older days. Just fewer people understood them, and even fewer could truly play them. The boy could, which is why he had to make the choice. Why he gave the boy such a terrible choice? Even simpler. The drum was crazy. Though it had every right to be.
He picked up the gangan