Tears streamed from his eyes and his blood leaked everywhere. He dug his nails into the
wood floor to try and crawl his way towards the figure laying in the floor, surrounded by
smoke. He lifted his other arm...no...it was taken too. That blasted gate...not only
had it taken both his legs and right arm, but his wife as well. He cursed himself
immidiatly for even attempting such a thing. But had it worked? He opened his eyes
quickly at the sound of a child's crying. Glancing through the smoke, he saw her.
She was alive... she was alright. Scooping her into his arms, he trembled at the pain.
He wasn't going to live. He knew he wasn't going to make it.
Not with all the blood he had lost. But he couldn't risk anyone knowing.
She'd be in danger. He needed to escape. The gate. The gate would be his answer...