What will become of us?

Very low, very disturbing night drones; the echoes of genocide, are my nightmares. This is not a genocide, it's a videogame, and we are not humans, we are shields. What we're feeling is unbearable: the pain, the fatigue, the discomfort, the depression, the anxiety, the despair; every dark emotion, every depth of exhaustion.

A never-ending nightmare that drains both body and soul. Aches upon aches, pain aching within pain.

What will become of us?

Will we die of a terrible headache, a heartbreak, of fear, or of this endless, torturous wait?

What are we, if not human? @aboudbaroud