Stressful Friends 3: Don't tell Dad we killed the Babysitter

Sombra screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

Screamed.

Rage, rage meant he was still alive, in some form or another. He refused to let go of it. He couldn't know where he was, he lost the ability to work that out. He couldn't remember, but he could feel. And he felt anger, and nothing else. So he screamed, defiantly against the endless void, whatever is was, wherever he was, and refused to lose heart.

He refused to lose his rage.

And so he screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

And cried.

And sobbed.

Whimpered.

Stopped.