The large bomb head trips over the sidewalk and rolls into the alleyway, laying face flat into the concrete. His body screamed ‘get up’ mind encouraging him that ‘there’s so many people to keep running for’. But what was the point of running if he couldn’t stay with them. He only had 15 minutes now. There was no point. The Grim Reaper would know where he is. At all times since he was almost out. Time pushes himself up, before simply going into the alleyway and slumping against one of the walls, softly counting down the remaining seconds as they ticked by. Along with the seconds, came apologies. Apologies to the people they loved, the people they were leaving behind. The people he wouldn’t see again because he wasn’t strong enough.
“I don’t… wanna die… I’m… sorry…… Sarvente…. Ruv…… Guys… ‘m sorry Rook, Fleck- just.. fuck-“
He simply lowers his head
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Time’s Up Event














