Chapter 279: Transcript — Cannon Fodder Perspective
Jonathan’s consciousness drifted in darkness.
Pain surged in from all directions like a rising tide. His frail body became a small wooden boat trapped at sea, tossed helplessly through stormy waves—plunging, rising, and rolling without rest.
Half-asleep, half-awake.
In his dazed state, chaotic sounds kept forcing their way into his ears.
Very close to him, a phone rang nonstop. A deep, buzzing tone filled the space, irritating and impossible to ignore. Not long after, sharp sirens approached from afar, slicing through the quiet. People came and went. Angry shouting and curses swelled around him like a storm of voices, making his head feel like it would split open.
Then, at some unknown point, the noise faded.
In its place, he heard fragments of conversation.
“…we… police… report…”
“…joke… all fake… sorry…”