Steve looked around. The lifeless bodies of the dead genetically modified abominations lay lifeless on the cold and dark London asphalt like cold lifeless bodies on pavement. The Horzine mercs stood side-by-side looking at the massive inferno that was once before London, their eyes glinting in the flame-red light gently like pools of shimmering light—it was all over.
The medic came over to Steve, "I think y'ought to see our patient; she looks to be recoverin'." The patient, a young woman around 14 years, was lying in a ramshackle shack constructed from debris on a ragged-looking fabric cot made form Constable Briar's (the medic) overcoat. She still looked pale-green and sickly, like someone who had been suffering from all of the Earth's ills at once.
Steve took hold of her hand and gently stroked it with his strong angled hands. "Everything is going to be alright. I know it" Steve cooed soothingly, his gruff manly voice rolling in the hot wind like warm lingonberry jam. The girl's eyes slowly opened, "Where am I?" she asked weakly. Steve's eyes filled with warm tears of joy and he knew that he was in love. "You're safe now," cried Steve, his massive chest heaving with melancholic joy.
Even though Steve knew that she was once dead and a zombie, he knew that their love was to be, for she had more beauty than all the blocks of the world, more intrigue than the shadowy people of The End, and a voice more beautiful than an orchestra of an thousand harps. Steve took a deep breathe, he knew that he did not want to rush their relationship, but he did not want to waste time.
"Baby girl, I love you" he proclaimed to the former siren, "you're my forever girl!" Her eyes glimmered gently, "B-but Steve-sama, I couldn't, but-"
"But nothing baby, we can work it out, baby!" Steve exclaimed. He knew that their love was forever and perfect.
Suddenly, the radar chimed with the ear-bursting sound of a claxon—the Patriarch was coming. The Horzine mercs' eyes grew wide with immense fear. "What's going one?" asked Steve, "what's that noise?"
"You must go! Now!" exclaimed Lieutenant Masterson, "You will not survive make your time!"
"No!" screamed Steve, "I will help you to my dying breath!" Steve's diamond armor glinted in the fire-light with the sheen of a thousand tiny crystals of light and hope, "We can do this!"
To be continued!