The burden Jack carried fell graclessly into its predestined pit. This would be one of the last graves dug for a single person in Rapture for a while. History had given mankind many leaders. Men both virtuous and vicious have brought about bounty and blood and were remembered for it as a king. Andrew Ryan was now a Dead King, like many before him. His burial would not be much, but it would be fitting for the kind of king he was. Even Fontaine had called him a king, while posing as Atlas. Fontaine had ruled for a few short hours, but a king he was not. Sweat trickled down his neck as the artificial sun shone down on him. Dirt fell in torrents down onto the shell of a King from the shovel of a King. No breeze relieved him of even the smallest fraction of heat. He knew there would be no breeze to releive him of the burden of breathing life back into the city. The thought held onto his mind. It felt ominous yet promising, as though the stilling of the wind of fortune foretold a storm of happiness yet to come.
Arcadia was a peaceful area, the Rapture Reminders and hourly announcements did not sound here. The air remained uninterrupted, excepting the fighting of mad men in masks. Elsewhere, though, the same old messages found themselves retired and replaced with Tenenbaum's voice. Her voice could spread hope where his never did and no longer could. No details were given, it couldn't be risked but a message was sent out every hour on the hour, where ever a speaker could be found. "Atlas, Fontaine and Andrew are dead. Rapture has been united under a new leader, Jack Ryan, Andrew's son. If you are in hiding, remain so, but have hope. A new day is here. Help is coming."
Her words rang in his head. The echoes bounced off of every wall, becoming fainter yet no less powerful. Jack wondered distantly how many people there were, left in Rapture. The splicers were so plentiful that many innocents may have been caught in the crossfire in any of the many pointless battles. How many? How many families destroyed by splicing even when they hadn't ever touched a drop of Adam?The answer expressed itself more and more with the remnants accumulating on the ground of Apollo Square. Every instance of life swept away was another tick in the check box labeled 'Too Many'. Yet hope remained. Tenenbaum had given him a more complete map of Rapture when she discovered him asleep under a pile of little girls. There were at least four more districts to Rapture. Tenenbaum had informed him with reasonable certainty that there existed a fair number of sane people with in Pauper's Drop and had proved it when she had radioed and received an answer. The woman named Grace had seemed distrustful at first yet the transmission had ended with a message being passed on. Now it was broadcasted throughout Rapture, sending hope in any form it could.
Look guys, this is the most I got done. college is hard but this is better than nothing.