And All Things Will End

You swiftly walk over to him, placing your feet carefully to ensure you don't step on any piles of flesh. His eyes continue to shift around, taking great pains to not rest on any particular corpse. They find respite on a blank wood paneled wall, and remain there.

He does not look at you as you approach, and his demeanor does not welcome conversation. You get nothing from this.

You turn away, and decide to try and figure out what has happened.