Imaginary Event in the Middle of Jonestown Massacre

It was started 6 months ago, when I first read about this Jonestown.
I was just rejected by a company that I always dreamed of, and then I saw this People Temple as a solution. I can't clearly remember what I thought that time, but now I'm pretty sure that was more a denial than a solution.
Like any other men with disappointment in their hand, I went to some friends, and then I told them about how happy I was, that I never really wanted that job, and how I knew this People Temple was something that I was always looking for. I even asked them to join People Temple.
They all refused, except Carlos. Carlos is my best friend, we've known each other since we were children. Carlos never let me down. I could see a doubt in his eyes yet he still got my back. And that's how we joined People Temple.

Last month, Carlos and I moved to Jonestown, what Jim Jones, one of the finest human beings I've ever known, called a social paradise and a sanctuary from media scrutiny. Yet I still could see a doubt in Carlos' eyes.

Today I woke up late.
I went outside and Carlos was already there. Not far away from there, Jim and People members were gathered. I couldn't hear clearly, but Miss Miller was saying something about Soviet. And then a woman who just arrived 2 days ago said something that followed by applause from Temple members.

"Wow, she is such an ass-kisser, ain't pal?" I tried to open a conversation.
"I've told you this is a bad idea." Carlos replied.