His feet started to dangle. As he squirmed and writhed around, trying to let himself free. His eyes were bulging out of his head, fighting back against the swelling. Lukas watched in horror, as more piss came flowing out of this man's urethra.
Drew was also in absolute shock, he couldn't even move a muscle if he wanted to.
He was thrashing around, getting some urine on the people front row centre. Who were too shocked to say anything, nor close their mouths in time.
"Watch! Everyone! As this wretched Stancer, ruins your reputation between the other camps!" the guy with the megaphone says. "What are they going to think of you guys when they hear about what happened, on your first day! Doesn't that just sound… infuriating?" He gives the people a small grin.
His eyes start to roll back into his skull. Everyone could see the veins bursting within his eyes, as blood pours out of his face. His arms were scratching every part of his body. Including his own throat. In which he accidentally cut it with his butchered nails, causing blood to gush out of their to. The skin around his shoulder blades were starting to turn purple, as he lost circulation towards his brain.
Lukas presumed that a brain hemorrhage was what got him in the end. Because not long after all of that, his body stopped moving completely. The guard that slapped him, came up to untie the noose from the structure. His body flopped to the ground, splattering everywhere, and getting all of his bodily fluids on the people in the front row. Then, they all noticed something coming out of his anus. Feces and diarrhea was flowing rapidly out of his intestines. It smelt so bad for the people around where he laid. Even Lukas got a whiff, and he immediately gagged and threw up in his mouth. Drew was also disgusted, but held it in like a trooper.
"Wow! Look at the mess he made! I wonder, who's gonna clean that up?" He taps his index finger onto his chin. "How about… you there!" He points towards #28, who was struggling to keep it together. #28 looks around, to see if he was trying to point at someone beside him, or behind him. "Yes! You…" He says with conviction.
#28 starts to get pushed by the crowd, over to the body. He tried to stop it, but there were too many, and they were really strong for some reason.
He made it over to the mangle mess that was #12, he gags the crazy from the stench flowing through the air. He looked at the Megaphone guy, to see if he would maybe have a change of heart. He did not though. He motioned with his head, to get it over with before you're next. He swallows hard, and picks up his remains with his hands. All the fluid still on his body, flowed onto #28's skin and feet. He had in a princess carry of some sort, as he walked over to one of the guards in the very back, and followed him to some place that Lukas couldn't see past. The megaphone guy turns to the crowd, who were just standing there, not knowing what to do afterward.
"Now that you guys have seen what happens when you misbehave… will you all promise none of you will ever do anything like this ever again?" he asks, with everyone frantically nodding their heads. His grin kept getting bigger and bigger. "Alrighty then! Just so you guys know, next time. This will become a collective punishment. So make sure not to ruin it for your fellow workers!" he walked off, and over to where #28 went with #12.
He hands off the megaphone, back to their first main instructor. He gets onto the podium, ready to give orders like always. "Alright Stancers! Get over to your station, and get to work!" he yells at the disoriented crowd.
Lukas begins to stumble his way over to the #5 area, trying to see if #28 came back yet. He makes it over in no time, and decides on the very last spot yet again, since no one was here yet. More people started to show up, all wanting to pick the last few spots, or anything remotely far away from the front. Lukas felt them all pushing and shoving, trying to steal the spot next him. It ended up going to someone with a cleanly shaven head, who Lukas remembered seeing somewhere in the middle couple spots. Lukas didn't mind at all, as long as he didn't say anything.
"H-hey…" Lukas spoke way too soon. "That was fucking insane, right?! I'm not crazy?" He nodded his head; but not for only the former.
Just before they both started on their work for the day, #28 finally showed back up, and walked over to their area. He seemed a lot calmer than before. There were huge bags under his eyes, and he was slouching like crazy. It also looked like he was just staring off into the abyss, not truly looking at anyone. He made it over to one of the spots, and got himself ready for the day. Lukas noticed that it was the vacant spot that was probably filled by #12.
Hour 1…
They all were starting off surprisingly strong. With Lukas even reaching a sort of flow state with his work. The vibe was a lot more frantic it seems, everyone just wanted to be done with it.
Hour 2…
The pace slowed down the tiniest bit. Lukas' legs were starting to ache, but there was no time to stop now. The bald guy was also hard at work next to him. Making this stuff look like child's play in his fingers. Lukas was so impressed that he slipped up on something that he was doing. He noticed what he did wrong, and threw it down the hole, hopefully never to be seen again.
Hour 3…
The pain was really starting to get bad by this time. People's momentum has also slowed down significantly since when they started. Lukas' hands were trembling, trying to keep up the same tempo that he used to have.
Hour 4…
Everything was hurting, all the time. It felt like someone was shocking him with a taser constantly on the lowest setting possible. Not that bad in small bursts, but is horrible over hours at a time. The bald man seemed to be going through the same thing that Lukas was dealing with.
Hour 5…
Once again, the alarm molested Lukas' ears with the blaring noise. He was neck deep into some work, not letting the pain get to his head. As soon as he was distracted by the noise, it's like a pain spot through his body like a subway.
#28 was like Usain Bolt, with the way he sped walked back over to the now creaking open door. Lukas watched as he picked up speed, just so that he could get there first. That wasn't his main worry at the moment though. Lukas' body fell to the ground instantly, having to get a bald guy to pick him up, and carry him over his shoulder. Lukas was slowly drifting in and out of sleep, until it was night night for his poor soul.