A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex

Interlude 2 - Decision

It had been days since Albert's social withdrawal. He wanted, but he could not overcome the series of trauma that befell him. He was lost. Lost in his memories. Lost in his sense of ethics and morality. His mind was wandering among the vast pool of thoughts, which overlapped and interfered with each other into a complexity that he did not even want to comprehend.

Next to him, there were empty bottles of wine, rolling on the floor. He did not bother going out to restock his groceries. He trapped himself inside his house, the only comfort zone that he probably had. Like his mind, his body wandered around the house, aimlessly. The food in the refrigerator depleted, slowly but steadily. The dust had accumulated around the house due to no cleaning.

If only something would save him from this misery.

"Knock. Knock."

Speak of the devil.

Somebody is knocking on the door. Albert remembered that he installed a doorbell but did not even care enough to question it.

He made his bod