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PLEASE READ THIS!
Now that I have your attention I hate to say that I come bearing bad news. Due to problems I'm having with my wrist (which I'm seeing a Doctor about) I will most likely not be updating this story for at least another month. I promise that I will try to update as soon as possible, but any updates before a month has passed will be close to a miracle. For more updates on my updating schedule please refer to my tumblr page under the same name as this account. To make up for this, here is a part of Wally's nightmare from the next chapter.
Wally couldn't breathe. His heart was pounding, he was sure he was bleeding from somewhere, and he couldn't breathe. He knew he couldn't stop running. If he stopped running more people would die, and every one of his failures added to the pile of corpses left behind him.
Everything was on fire and he could hear people screaming, babies crying, car tires squealing as they all tried to escape the madness with their lives. But no matter how hard he ran or how desperately he searched, he couldn't find them. He couldn't find a single person.
He ran into a building, trying to follow the screaming, but the smoke and heat overwhelmed his senses until everything was a blur. The building creaked dangerously, and he tried to run faster, tried to find one person, but his efforts were in vain. He wasn't fast enough, and the building crumbled around him.
As he stared at the wreckage that was once an apartment building, part of his brain tried to figure out how this had all happened, but it was overwhelmed by his grief and the consuming feeling of failure. He hadn't saved a single person. There were who knows how many people lying inside the rubble of the building, dead because he wasn't fast enough. He wasn't ever fast enough.
He heard more screaming and pulled himself to his feet, running in the direction of the cries, trying to get to them before it was once again too late. He stumbled over wreckage, and was knocked off his feet by a corpse. He had no time to stop, no time to mourn for them, no time to even think that his failure had led to there being so many bodies that he was tripping over them.
He had to run, to try and be fast enough. Even though he was never fast enough.