Any momentary disorientation when the door was opened was dispelled by the hands pulling me to my feet, and the drumbeats that indicated someone was about to be executed.
I was honestly surprised it took them this long. I marched along, as my crimes of being 'foreign' and 'unnatural' were read out. I stood against the wall, shaking my head to the offer of a blindfold which was nice, and the offer of a cigarette, which was odd.
Then they shot at me.
I thought they hated me before, but when they found out I was impervious to bullets, man.
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