I'm sorry chapter 23 is so short! but seeing as what's going on, I feel it a very mentally powerful chapter. Despite being short, it can stand on its own as a chapter.
Sniper trudged through the white and blue tiled hallways, smoke alarms had set off the sprinklers, which only made the ashes and the blood on the ground run, failing to put out the oil fires. He gripped his arm, a chunk of his flesh missing, muscle and bone exposed, skin red and black from burns. His clothing was singed, and his hat had holes burned through the brim. The man stumbled through the empty receptionist desk.
"A box, a box..." He mumbled, before managing to find one full of company pencils. Dumping the writing utensils, he shoved his hat into the box, and grabbed a sheet of paper, the blood on the underside of his hand staining the paper, but he wrote his words anyways. Sniper paused, and turn his head in time to avoid choking up red all over the letter. Slipping the papers in, and closing the box, he stumbled out the door, tripping over a metal grate left on the floor.
"Don't ya worry, Madeline," He grumbled, stumbling about outside, box in hand. "Mah g-good friend f-from Coldfront...he'll find ya, and...and y-you'll..." He collapsed by the blue metal postbox, his package stuck in the slot, taking several minutes to succumb to gravity as Sniper bled to his death on the steps of his company's headquarters.