Red.
Blood.
Red blood.
Everywhere.
On his clothes, his automail, his body.
So.
Much.
Red.
There he was.
Crawling across the floor to the exit.
His breaths ragged.
Crawling.
Inching.
Closer...!
"Al...phonse!"
Who? Who was Alphonse?
What was Fullmetal?
Everyone was so fuzzy... Fading and fading...
He was trying to reach something.
But what...?
And it was at that moment that he snapped.
Screaming.