You Are Wrong

*Trigger Warnings: Suicide*

I followed behind Bai Long Qiang as he made a beeline for where he wanted to go.

We crossed bridges into different buildings, each one decorated with an official picture of the Leader at every entrance. There were pictures on the walls of other bases and parts of the country, as well as men who I could only assume were commanding officers based on their uniforms.

"Hey," I called out to him, and he continued forward. "Isn't that…?"

He looked over his shoulder at the picture I had stopped in front of. If it wasn't for the uniform, I would have thought that it was Bai Long Qiang.

"My grandfather," snapped the man, clearly not as interested in going down memory lane as I was.

But I was utterly lost in a maze of buildings; I needed to try and orient myself in some way, and the pictures were the best way to do it.

"Okay then," I grunted as I continued to follow behind him.