Deep in the old collapsed tunnels below the city, everything is quiet. No sound, no movement. The walls and ceiling that once supported the tunnels lay scattered everywhere like Lego. It is dark and dusty with little visibility. The tunnels were completely in ruin after the train hit. All of this was sealed away from the public. Closed off by Goodwitch. Left to be forgotten.
Suddenly, a hand bursts from a pile of rubble. It feels around frantically try to claw itself out of its stone tomb. The hand gets longer, turning into an arm, then a torso with a head and limbs and finally, a person. The man was a White Fang soldier. Presumably the last one alive after the attack. He was a Faunus wearing the typical white, black and brown uniform with dirt and tears all over. He coughed violently due to all sorts of internal damage. Who knows how long he had been down there. After his coughing fit, the man felt his face and gasped in shock. He frantically felt around the ground until his hands came across a pair of glasses with a lens missing. He sighed in relief and placed the old things on his face. He had been short sighted his whole life, but that never stopped him fighting for the cause he so passionately believed in.
The soldier tried to get up to his feet but immediately tumbled back down. "Gaaaaagh!" He screamed in agony. His leg was clearly broken. This man was determined to get out of this hell-hole alive. He made a promise to his family: Fight for Faunus and always come home. He crawled his way towards the nearest remains of a wall and desperately pulled himself up, trying his best not to lean on the broken leg. His eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch black. "The perks of being I Faunus, heh?" He thought to himself laughingly. As soon as his vision was back, he immediately wished to be blind again. The sight he saw left him speechless and on the verge of tears.
All that could be seen for miles all the way down the tunnel, were the bodies of his fellow White Fang soldiers. The people he trained with. The people who shared a common interest with him. People he had befriended. Laughed with. His friends, all dead and scattered down the tunnel.
"No..." The man uttered with a tremble in his voice. He used the wall as leverage to push himself across the tunnel. As he saw the bodies, it dawned on the man that he was the only one left. There was no use trying to revive the others. They were gone and he was alone.
The man fell to his knees again, not because of his leg, but because of the internal wounds and bleeding. He started coughing again even more violently than before. He noticed that he had just coughed up a dangerous amount of blood. The man started crying. "This is it… I'm done here… This is the end.." He thought to himself in defeat.
He lay on his back and looked up the ceiling moved his hand up the his chest pocket and pulled out a small picture. In the picture was a female deer Faunus and a little boy with glasses just like the man. He smiled for the first time during this experience. On the back read, "Hope you come home safe dear. Love Deery and Jack." The man brought the photo to his lips and kissed it. He then held it to his chest. He closed his tear filled eyes and waited for the end to arrive. "I love you both." He muttered alone in the darkness.
Out in the darkness, growls and snarls could be heard.
The man's name was Perry. And he could hear the Grimm coming.