TEAM FORTRESS 2 IS A VIDEO GAME BY VALVE
If he could reach his instrumental, perhaps he could stop the hemorrhage...The RED Spy had stabbed him in the neck and left him for dead, luckily for him. The other guys were not that lucky. Rick, Manny, Paul...As far as he knew, they were dead. Maybe all of them were dead. They came so unexpected. They were not ready; they were far from ready, and that was a slaughter.
Edgar tried to crawl to his medigun, but he barely had any strength left. He had lost too much blood. His face fell flat to the floor and closed his eyes. That was how Gerald found him.
"Medic. Hey. Come on, man, don't you die on me!" Gerald told him, making him turn around. He checked his pulse and saw he was still on time.
Edgar tried to call his name in vain.
"No, no, don't talk, don't make a sound; you'll only make it worse. Stay here, I'll go get-"
BOOM!
Gerald? Edgar heard his body hit the floor and felt something warm and liquid in his hand—blood spreading on the floor.
The REDs were back, God knew why. Hadn't they stolen their briefcase? What else did they want? Kill them all?
He felt himself be grabbed from the ankles and dragged. Then, he felt his skin was grazing something.
It was then when he heard a voice. A feminine voice.
A familiar voice.
"Scout, it's Pauling. Tell me you got the briefcase."
Miss Pauling!, Gerald tried to call her. And he opened his eyes and attempted to move once again. Miss Pauling was there, she was surely sent by the Administrator! She could help them!
"And nobody saw you?"
Who was she talking to? Although his sight was blurry, Edgar could raise his head to find himself surrounded by his dead companions, and the little miss talking to a camera.
On the screen was the face of that hyperactive brat from RED, their Scout.
Talking familiarly to Pauling.
"No, Miss Pauling! We killed everybody and took the briefcase!" And there was their Soldier, showing...their briefcase! The briefcase they had stolen from them!
What was the meaning of all this? Why was Pauling talking to the enemy? Edgar made a great effort to stand up. He couldn't. All he could do was raise a hand towards Pauling."Aaaahhh..." Was all he was able to utter, when in fact he was trying to ask her to help him. For the love of God, the Spy knew where he was putting his knife in and would die bleeding like a pig if he didn't stop it immediately!
Miss Pauling!
"Not everybody, Soldier. You left seven witnesses, guys."
The miss finally seemed to notice him, but she didn't react to the wound in his neck, the blood dying his white uniform red.
She didn't move. She just grabbed a pistol.
And aimed at his head.
Miss Pauling?, was the last thought Edgar ever had.
BOOM!
"Six."
THE END