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"Tommy...? Tommy.. hic ... Please.."
My dirtied, bloodied hands sift through the broken concrete beneath me. Desperate dig after dig only further worsens the blemishes on my hands, but I ignore the sting.
"Tommy.. Please.. our.. our pinky promise.."
I pause, voice caught in my throat.
"-Alliance..."
He's dead , I think to myself. I couldn't stop the storm in time.
I can't keep the tears from spilling out as the digging gets harsher. My muscles ache, sore and burning as I throw aside the last pieces before I realise it's too late.
I rise to my feet, torn shirt dripping with water from the storm.
The ambience is calm, quiet- desolate and barren from isolation. The sky around me is dim. The air is heavy and thick. It's hard to breathe and I can't remember how long it's been since we last saw each other. The sirens have stopped, all that's left is the sound of my breathing and gentle rumbles from the ever-darkening night sky far, far away.
"I'm sorry."
If I even tried to count the days it's been, I'd already lose track. I've grown accustomed to getting through this- all that keeps me going is the little supplies I have to myself and my own thoughts.
I need to make it up to Tommy. I can't let his death have no meaning.
I continue to power through the destruction the storm has caused, absentmindedly passing by the unidentified structures that once were called a home by so many people.
My legs tremble and I'm forced to take a break. I sit, back quivering and cracking with each stiff movement. I sit in quiet contemplation, pondering.
What's even left for me?
"Gordon?"
What?
"Gordon- GORDON! "
Oh my god..
It's... It's Tommy.
I can hear him calling out to me and it seems as though my body uses the last of its own strength to send me back upwards and I rush in the direction of the sound.
"TOMMY! TOMMY!"
My voice is hoarse as I cry out, chasing after his faint silhouette just barely recognisable through my shattered goggles.
"TOMMY! TOMMY-OH MY G-"
I stop myself, choking on my own saliva, throat burning from the noxious fumes around us.
"OAUGH! TOMMY!"
It's him . Alive, and.. not so well. His clothes are tattered and he's left with various injuries ranging from bruises to the deepest, bloodiest of cuts. I waste no time gripping him, throwing him into a hug with a tightness I didn't even know my arms could muster at this point anymore.