A dozen blurry figures surround you, watching.
Nothing makes sense anymore. You blink once, twice, three times and still can't make out anything except the blurry, silent figures. Your mouth tastes like ash, you smell something burning. Where are you?
You regain a bit of focus, and screams begin to fade in. Is this the village?
Oh.
 
Then who are the figures? What is this?
Try to stand up, and notice the bloody mud around you. You're too weak to stand, fall on your knees, face the surrounding figures. You still can't make out any part of them except - is that their eyes?
Burning, malicious, judgmental, their hoods cover the rest of their faces and they watch you silently, trying to stand up again.
 
More screams. You only notice now how bloody your suit is. What happened? Why are you in the village? What happened to you?
As you pose these questions to yourself, one remains painfully obvious. These figures aren't people. They can't be, you've seen it in their eyes. And if these aren't people, there's only one other explanation -
Vindication. Final Judgement. It has come for you, after a life of denial it ever will, or that you even deserve it.
 
You do.
Say it out loud, say "I do."
You deserve it. I don't know if the burning village is the best example, but you've understood it quickly enough. On who's orders does it burn? On who's orders are the villagers being murdered?
More screams. Try to imagine those screams being shaped into one continuous "You". A cold wind blows, distorting the voices, you realize how terribly cold you are. It's freezing out here, despite the fire.
How is it?
 
How is it to know that your system has failed? How is it to know your burning belief, your dreams of a bright future, your delusions, amount to nothing except pain and fire? How is it to know your government will fall shortly after you, but will be remembered as one of the darkest reigns in human history, ranked together with Nazi Germany and the Stalinist USSR?
 
The blurry, hooded figures all raise their right hands at once. It's almost time. They're pointing at you, and you shudder before them. Everybody does.
 
Embrace the evening cold while you can, eternal hellfire is hard to live through.