"Do you know why you have to die?" I asked Skinny Guy, his injured face still sticking out of his burial ground.
He just cried and pleaded incoherently, so I gathered a good amount of sand on my shovel before telling him the reason.
"It's because you touched my dog." I flung the sand over his face, hearing him cough, choke, and vomit.
Yet it quieted down quickly after four to five more shovels of sand.
I stuck the shovel inside the sand when the grave was half-filled.
One corpse was still missing inside the grave, so there was no reason to fill it up completely.
Though said corpse was currently still running around, breathing.
Propped on the handle of my shovel, I looked in the direction I had come from.
The moment I entered the desert, the window to the big garden in the middle of the center had naturally closed, so now I was all alone in the desert.
