He stood there, standing at the top of a building, staring out at the brightly lit city. He could see people laughing, together with friends. It didn't seem fair. Why was he the one who had to go through this hell? What had he done?
The shock of M-24's death still rung in his head. The outline of the rocks that had crushed him. The fact that he was now alone. It hurt. But he knew he couldn't do anything about it, so he stood there with an emotionless face.
The only thing he had left was his goal. His goal to find his and his comrades names. Who knows? Maybe he could find a family he had long forgotten. It was wishful thinking, he knew. But one can only hope in a hellish situation like this.
"I promise to find our names. Even if it kills me, I'll do whatever it takes."
Okay so it isn't very long but, well, yeah. Sorry. I'm moving slowly as a fanfiction writer.