“Now answer my questions, and answer wholly and truthfully. What is this place?” My voice shakes. “A purification room.” “What does that mean?” Bile in my throat. I know the answer. I still have to hear it. “Contaminated water is drawn in. It is treated, then redirected to the city’s wells.” Oh, vek, no. “Treated?” “Internally. It is the only known way to remove the worst of the toxins.” I say nothing, just looking at the nearest corpse quivering on its table. I’ve been drinking from those wells for the past few months.
DISGUSTING
