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The tower is collapsing, falling apart around our ears, the sound of shrinking deafening. The screams of the metal blend with the screams of the humans and wind, for a moment indistinguishable.
The world tilts madness, tilts sideways, and somehow I am on my feet, where Emily is hanging on for dear life.
And insanely, what is running through my mind is a question. Was she cheating on me with Mike? I want to know, and I don't want to know.
Now isn't the time for that! It's the last question I should not really be asking in this moment.
And yet it runs through my mind as I make my way over to Emily. I don't say it.
I try to save her, as she cries out for my help. I reach down. The radio tower continues to fall. She falls. Shit. She's still hanging on. Somehow. Emily's tenacity should not surprise me, but I'm still impressed.
The tower continues to break around me. I don't want to make it worse. I make the choice again, and I pick her.
I try to save her but it fails and she falls down down into the mines. I am trapped on something that continues to fall, and will end in death. Not again. Please god not again!
I make a desperate jump for it. It hurts. It hurts so badly. I want to cry as I get up. Walking hurts and I cry out for Emily, as I walk through the mines and the flaming remains of the tower.
Maybe she's dead. I have to hope otherwise. I have to hope she will hear me calling her name. The alternative, it hurts too much to think about.
She can not be dead. Not Emily. Please not Emily.
Then, something grabs me and begins to drag me. I can't even begin to describe what the hell it was. It smelled of death and I don't have any words, just the fear it filled me with and my desperate pleas for it let me go.
It does not listen, instead dragging me closer.
Oh God!
Oh Fuck!
Then my jaw is pierced, filled with blood, teeth and metal, and I can not process anymore.
Just. No. Nonono. No!
I don't know how long I spend in the cold crying, before I realize I'm in front of a pig's head.
I'm not very present right now. I don't think I can be. After all, I died. I-
I-
I don't want to remember that.
I don't-
I don't want-
I-
A Sam time travel, "rewind the music box" by verse on A03 (need to be logged in to view it.. TT by the long way, as in Sam goes back Long before the game starts. Not a long fic tho, no worries.