'The Ones We Love The Most Always Go First' pt. 1
This is the very first fic I've ever written. Their maybe some typos in this fic but I'll come an edit them later probably will be updating this very soon.
B-312 awoke to the smell of death -his lungs burned as he began to breath feeling as if he had inhaled carbine fumes. The last thing he could remember is Jorge saying "Never say goodbye." and "I'll be seeing you later." for what reason he couldn't think. He began to move but as soon as he got up, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down only to see blood gushing violently from his wound. It struck him suddenly. Jorge died. He could remember the joy the was usually on Jorge's face cracking. Tears began sliding from the corners of his eyes but he was snapped back into his original thought as he felt the pain increase. "Did it come from the fall or the battle on the corvette?" he asked himself but was shortly interrupted by the crackling of his comm.
He attempted to contact his team but nothing. He was stranded. Bleeding out to death. And could barely move. The worst part wasn't the fact he couldn't move. It was the fact there was know one. No covenant. No UNSC. No civilians. And no corpses. In fact the only thing he could see in his range were crows. But his heart sank, and he immediately felt sick. The Thought of crows just randomly being just wasn't normal to him. He remembered what Jun said to him. "Where crows are flying there's always carrion." meaning their were people, but not the kind he wanted to see. He slowly progressed, holding his arm closely to his side. "just got to make it." he thought to himself. Beginning to feel woozy. He continued walking as thing began to blur, he felt rather light-headed, but he was getting closer to a building. As soon as he got to the next row of stairs he blacked out.
"Never say good-bye." Was the last thing he remembered. These words kept playing in the back of his head. He remember them being on corvette, everything was running as smoothly as planned -at least from what he last remembered. He was still trying to make sense of the situation. He knew Jorge was dead but where was Noble Team? He had woken up where he last was (on the stairs bleeding out) he knew he needed to start moving but first he needed to search for aid -which seemed virtually nonexistent. But he knew there wasn't time for complaining, he needed to get out before dark and relocate his team.
