The world seemed to slow as the Female Type chased us down. Screams of agony could be heard as squad after squad attempted to subdue it to allow our own escape; however, all failed. Was this the end? Were we going to die running? Die in a bath of our own crimson life? It was impossible to say then, but looking back on it now it seems more like a hazy dream than reality.
If only that were the truth. If only reality, this reality, wasn't so unforgiving. The place where you can die in such a gruesome manner, but others won't even acknowledge your existence. Where you can writhe in complete agony, but no one arrives to save you.
This place called Hell.
"Corporal, do you remember the promise you made all of us? I do. It really seems childish now, but that promise always kept me going throughout all these years. I bet it was the same for the rest of them." A pause. "But they can't tell you that. I know they're nodding their heads as they watch us now."
"They're waiting for me. I have to go now, Corporal, okay? Keep yourself safe. Save everyone, alright?" A laugh followed. "Don't cry. We'll always be watching over you, but you have to stay alive for us. Don't give up. Finish what we couldn't, your worthless squad."
The girl's optics closed themselves slowly as silence surrounded the two. Her chest no longer heaved rhythmically as the last remnant of tears cascaded down her pale cheeks. Yet, a gentle smile had remained on her face even now. Even after death she continued to smile for him.
A lanky finger then reached out and carefully moved her auburn hair out of her eyes. "Don't worry, Petra. I'll make my worthless squad proud." His own tears began to stream down his face. "But for the time being, rest yourselves. You all have earned it."
"One day I'll join all of you. Wait for me, okay? Don't forget about me and I won't forget about you." The Corporal then stood up and began to walk away. "Goodbye." He muttered under his breath.
The echoes of very familiar voices pass by the ravenette.
"Goodbye."