"Watch Out!"
Tate heard me but, it was too late. He hit the person and the car started spinning out of control. We hit something else and everything went to black.
I slowly open my eyes "What the…?" I tried to move but, I feel pain coming from my leg. I look down and see a long piece of glass sticking out of the upper part of my right leg. It doesn't look like it's in too deep so, I decided to take the glass out of my leg.
(O) Pull Glass Out Of Leg
(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)(Q)
I cry out in pain "Fuck!" I drop the piece of glass on the floor once it's out.
(O) Look at Leg
The glass is out but, now it's bleeding a lot "Shit…"
I look around and see my phone on the floor, how did it get there?
(O) Grab Phone
It has a big crack on it and the battery is dead so, I throw it back on the floor.
"Useless…"
There was nothing else in the back of the car so, I decide to go out of the car.
(O) Open Car Door
I decide to look around, also help Tate and Dylan, I hope they are ok.
(O) Look at Dylan
(O) Look at Front Window
(O) Look at Tree
Dylan was bleeding from his head and a large piece of glass was sticking out of his head. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt so, he went through the window when we crash.
"Oh god...Dylan." I almost cry, saddened by my friend's death. He must of die instantly.
(O) Look at Dylan
(O) Look at Front Window
(O) Look at Tree
The whole front window was cracked and mostly covered in Dylan's blood. I sigh, looking back at my dead friend.
(O) Look at Dylan
(O) Look at Front Window
(O) Look at Tree
"That must of been what we crash into." I said to myself.
I heard someone breathing.
[ Who is there? ]
[ Tate? ]
[ Hello? ]
[...]
"Tate?"
"N-Nick?"
I run over to his side of the car.
(O) Open Door
I see Tate trying to move, I help him out.
(O) Pull Tate Out
"I got you, don't worry…"
Tate nods his head, slowly.
(O) Drag Tate
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I drag him away from the car and put him on the ground, as careful as I could. I sit down next to him.
[ Are you okay? ]
[ Dylan is dead ]
[ What are we going to do now? ]
[...]
He had to know the truth "Dylan is dead…"
He looked like he was about to cry and have a meltdown right there.
[ Tate, are you okay? ]
[ This is all my fault... ]
[ (Hug Tate) ]
[...]
I hug him, almost going to cry myself. He smiles at me "Thanks…"
I smile back and nod my head at him.
He keeps smiling but, asks a serious question.
"Am I going to die?"
[ No ]
[ Yes ]
[ I'm sorry… ]
[...]
I started to cry and look down at him "I-I'm sorry…"
(?) Tate Will Remember This
"...No need to be sorry Nick...it's not your fault…"
"I am going to search the car."
"Good idea…"
I head to the car and look inside.
(O) Look at Backpack
(O) Look at Phone
(O) Look at Photo
(O) Look at First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Gun
"It's Dylan's backpack…" I said to myself.
(O) Grab Backpack
I grab the backpack and look inside, it was mostly empty because his books were not in there. But, there was two things, a chocolate bar and a water bottle. I zip up the backpack and put it on the ground beside me.
(O) Look at Backpack
(O) Look at Phone
(O) Look at Photo
(O) Look at First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Gun
"It's Tate's phone…"
(O) Grab Phone
I grab the phone and put it by the backpack.
(O) Look at Backpack
(O) Look at Phone
(O) Look at Photo
(O) Look at First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Gun
The photo of Tate, Dylan, and I. "I remember that, we were messing around in our dorm room and Tate decided to take a picture of the three of us." Good times…
(O) Grab Photo
I grab the photo and put it in my back pocket.
(O) Look at Backpack
(O) Look at Phone
(O) Look at Photo
(O) Look at First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Gun
"Maybe, I could use that to help Tate…"
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
I grab it and put it near the backpack, on the ground.
(O) Look at Backpack
(O) Look at Phone
(O) Look at Photo
(O) Look at First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Gun
"Tate's gun…"
(O) Grab Gun
It's a small handgun but, it could be useful. I gotta head back to Tate now, see how he is doing.
(O) Look at Car
(O) Grab Stuff
"I bet Tate is upset about that, he loves this car but, that's the least of our problems."
(O) Look at Car
(O) Grab Stuff
I grab everything off the ground and head back to Tate.
Tate smiles up at me "Hey buddy…"
[ Hey… ]
[ That's Nick to you ]
[ This is no time to be joking ]
[...]
I give him a sad smile, I am still worried for him "hey…"
I put everything next to him.
(O) Grab Phone
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Tate
(O) Talk to Tate
(O) Examine Tate
I grab Tate's phone, maybe I can call for help, I turned it on. But, it has no cell reception.
"Damnit, no cell reception."
(O) Grab Phone
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Tate
(O) Talk to Tate
(O) Examine Tate
I look at Tate, he had his eyes closed for a second, he must be in so much pain. I get saddened by this thought.
(O) Grab Phone
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Tate
(O) Talk to Tate
(O) Examine Tate
"Are you okay?"
"Not really, I hurt like hell."
"I'm sorry...I…"
"Nick, please stop being sorry, it's not your fault, so stop thinking that."
"Ok…"
(O) Grab Phone
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Tate
(O) Talk to Tate
(O) Examine Tate
I decided to look at Tate, I have to see what wrong with him. His jacket had blood on it, I move the jacket and what I see horrified me. There was a large piece of glass sticking out of his stomach and a lot of blood on his shirt, his blood. I can't take the glass out because it's in too deep, Tate must of saw my horrified look.
"W-what's wrong?"
[ Damnit! ]
[ Nothing… ]
[ Tate… ]
[...]
"Tate...I-I…"
Tate looked down at his stomach and his face was as horrified as I was.
"Oh fuck…"
(O) Grab Phone
(O) Grab First Aid Kit
(O) Look at Tate
(O) Talk to Tate
(O) Examine Tate
I try to grab the first aid kit, next to Tate but, he grabbed my hand.
"...it won't help…"
[ But… ]
[ Why not? ]
[ Tate let me help you! ]
[...]
"Tate let me help you!"
"I can't be helped! I am dying, Nick!"
[ You're right… ]
[ Your one of my best friends ]
[ Why, this isn't fair ]
[...]
"Your one of my best friends, Tate."
(?) Tate Will Remember This
Tate smiles and it was quiet for a few seconds.
"Will you sing for me?"
"What?"
"You heard me, sing for me Nick, I know you are good at it."
I look down at the ground, is he serious?
"Come on, Nicky. You sang at that one party."
"I was drunk and you know it. And how many times, do I have to tell you not to call me that!"
Tate just starts to laugh "whatever...Nicky…"
I just roll my eyes at him.
[ (Sing) ]
[ (Refuse) ]
"Fine…"
I thought of the perfect song, to bad Luke is not here with his guitar.
The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snow melt flows
It is there, my dear, where we will begin again
Skipping stones, braiding hair
Last year's antlers mark the trail
Tate smiles and closes his eyes.
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back, Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back
I've a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth
He knows the fiddles cry is an old sound
A lonesome of creeks and moans of empty houses
Are songs like fallen rain
Windblown buildings, muddy ground
The strength of water can sink a man
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back, Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back
I finish the song and look at Tate. He still had his eyes closed.
(O) Shake Tate
"Tate?"
He won't open his eyes, he was dead, dying of bleeding to death. I didn't care anymore as I let a few tears fall down my face. The wind was blowing through the trees and everything was silent.
"Goodbye, my friend…"
