I sat there against a cold wall, my chest heaveing from running such a distance... So many creatures... "Im only one man"... I said to myself, hopeing silently that someone off in this vast area known as the ruins, would hear me... But alas, no one was left alive. I looked downwards, still gasping for air as I looked to the floor, seeing nothing but dead soldiers, stareing towards the ceiling, their faces formed into a last anguished, painful stare of death and release. I gripped the hilt of my sabre tightly. My knuckles white from the grip. Through the next door could be my last step. I could never guess. I sifted my white hair from my face with my left hand, wishing I would have cut it shorter like mom always said... Oh, the memories... My armor fit to my chest tightly, my shield latched to my left arm. I pushed my self away from the wall with a quick joust of my left hand. My eyes hinted upwards as I turned to face the next door, and walk through its dark corridor. Im in here alone, no where to go, nothing to run back too now...
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