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The
driver says. The captain, the same one who was supposed to lead Cole and the
rest to safety, has finally cracked. Sweat drips down his face.
“It’s
us or them, lieutenant. Fire another round!” he commands. The tank shakes hard.
Outside
it, a grunt lands on top. It rips off the turret and grabs and hurls the crew
over the city.
Across
the street, Arnold manages to stand up, baby Neil starts to cry, his wails
piercing through the battlefield. The grunt carrying Erin stands in front of
him. It starts to laugh.
“Baby…run…AHHH!”
She lets out a hellish scream. The grunt clutches her in both hands, squeezes
hard and pulls.
Its
monstrous hands rips her in half. Her guts splatter on Arnold. The grunt throws
her remains on him, but it doesn’t knock him over. He just stares at her, his
wife, the mother of their child. All that’s left of her. Splattered across the
ground.
He
clutches Neil incredibly hard, staring at her with his blood stained eyes.
His
wife is dead.
The
grunt still stands in front of him but he doesn’t care. Arnold just screams.
The
grunt is hit by a tank round. He shrugs it off as a battalion of tanks roll
around the corner. The rally point is lost. He points at them and his gun wraps
around his arm. Huge energy rounds erupt from it and annihilates the tanks.
Cole
peeks out of the entrance of the apartment. SE6 flies overhead and hovers a
mile away. Arnold just stands on the side of the street. Cole runs toward him
but stops when he notices what Arnold is staring at. And what’s covering him.
No . Erin’s head and her
splattered remains on the ground.
“ Nooooo !”
Not
Erin! He falls to his knees. Not one of the only people he cared for! He was supposed
to protect her, but he failed, he always fucking fails. Tears pour out his
eyes. He looks up at Arnold. His face is frozen, Neil cries in his arms. The
pain on his face is indescribable.
A
grunt lands in front of Cole and punts him, he flies high into the air. He
crashes on a rooftop and skids to a stop.
He
gets up to his knees without any hesitation. He’s fine. That barely hurt, it
should’ve killed him. Flying two hundred feet into the air and crashing down
should kill any living thing. So why is he unkillable? Every time he’s tries to
kill himself he fails. Why can’t he fucking die?
If
he actually succeeded for once, maybe, just maybe, Erin could’ve survived.
Maybe all of the people who have died because of him could’ve lived.
But
no, instead he’s just taking up space. Thora, Erin, Julio, nobody can survive
through this hell, everybody is gone.
He
doesn’t have anything to live for anymore. He wants to end it… but he doesn’t even
have the power to do that.
“I’m
sorry Erin,” he mutters. “I’m fucking useless.”
The
grunt that hit him leaps onto the rooftop, he looks amazed. He smiles and lets
out a roar. It echoes throughout the entire city. Twenty grunts in a two mile
radius jump onto the rooftops, surrounding him. They all lick their
bloodthirsty chops.
“We
got another one!” A grunt yells.
Another
what?
The
sky is void of any friendly aircraft.
The
ships above swirl ominously overhead like a metallic tornado. The grunts creep
toward him. What is he going to do? He stops himself. Why do anything? Why
go on? Why continue to fight when he wants to die?
He
really doesn’t care anymore.
He
gives up.
That
many of them should hopefully be able to kill him.
But—
He
runs and they give chase, every grunt comes for him. He runs not because he
wants to but because of his instinct.
His
body moves for him and leaps between rooftops. He’s tired of this, he doesn’t
care if he lives or dies, he just wants to sleep
forever in oblivion.
Without
a care.
Without
an ounce of pain. Before he used to fear not existing but he doesn’t care
anymore.
A
grunt closes in from behind, in front of him the rooftops end. There’s a mega
highway gap before the next rooftop. An ocean of cars and tarmac
driver says. The captain, the same one who was supposed to lead Cole and the
rest to safety, has finally cracked. Sweat drips down his face.
“It’s
us or them, lieutenant. Fire another round!” he commands. The tank shakes hard.
Outside
it, a grunt lands on top. It rips off the turret and grabs and hurls the crew
over the city.
Across
the street, Arnold manages to stand up, baby Neil starts to cry, his wails
piercing through the battlefield. The grunt carrying Erin stands in front of
him. It starts to laugh.
“Baby…run…AHHH!”
She lets out a hellish scream. The grunt clutches her in both hands, squeezes
hard and pulls.
Its
monstrous hands rips her in half. Her guts splatter on Arnold. The grunt throws
her remains on him, but it doesn’t knock him over. He just stares at her, his
wife, the mother of their child. All that’s left of her. Splattered across the
ground.
He
clutches Neil incredibly hard, staring at her with his blood stained eyes.
His
wife is dead.
The
grunt still stands in front of him but he doesn’t care. Arnold just screams.
The
grunt is hit by a tank round. He shrugs it off as a battalion of tanks roll
around the corner. The rally point is lost. He points at them and his gun wraps
around his arm. Huge energy rounds erupt from it and annihilates the tanks.
Cole
peeks out of the entrance of the apartment. SE6 flies overhead and hovers a
mile away. Arnold just stands on the side of the street. Cole runs toward him
but stops when he notices what Arnold is staring at. And what’s covering him.
No . Erin’s head and her
splattered remains on the ground.
“ Nooooo !”
Not
Erin! He falls to his knees. Not one of the only people he cared for! He was supposed
to protect her, but he failed, he always fucking fails. Tears pour out his
eyes. He looks up at Arnold. His face is frozen, Neil cries in his arms. The
pain on his face is indescribable.
A
grunt lands in front of Cole and punts him, he flies high into the air. He
crashes on a rooftop and skids to a stop.
He
gets up to his knees without any hesitation. He’s fine. That barely hurt, it
should’ve killed him. Flying two hundred feet into the air and crashing down
should kill any living thing. So why is he unkillable? Every time he’s tries to
kill himself he fails. Why can’t he fucking die?
If
he actually succeeded for once, maybe, just maybe, Erin could’ve survived.
Maybe all of the people who have died because of him could’ve lived.
But
no, instead he’s just taking up space. Thora, Erin, Julio, nobody can survive
through this hell, everybody is gone.
He
doesn’t have anything to live for anymore. He wants to end it… but he doesn’t even
have the power to do that.
“I’m
sorry Erin,” he mutters. “I’m fucking useless.”
The
grunt that hit him leaps onto the rooftop, he looks amazed. He smiles and lets
out a roar. It echoes throughout the entire city. Twenty grunts in a two mile
radius jump onto the rooftops, surrounding him. They all lick their
bloodthirsty chops.
“We
got another one!” A grunt yells.
Another
what?
The
sky is void of any friendly aircraft.
The
ships above swirl ominously overhead like a metallic tornado. The grunts creep
toward him. What is he going to do? He stops himself. Why do anything? Why
go on? Why continue to fight when he wants to die?
He
really doesn’t care anymore.
He
gives up.
That
many of them should hopefully be able to kill him.
But—
He
runs and they give chase, every grunt comes for him. He runs not because he
wants to but because of his instinct.
His
body moves for him and leaps between rooftops. He’s tired of this, he doesn’t
care if he lives or dies, he just wants to sleep
forever in oblivion.
Without
a care.
Without
an ounce of pain. Before he used to fear not existing but he doesn’t care
anymore.
A
grunt closes in from behind, in front of him the rooftops end. There’s a mega
highway gap before the next rooftop. An ocean of cars and tarmac
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