| 5:19p |
Let's try this again.
[His hands shielding his face in an obvious sign of terror, his breathing quick, sweat upon his brow as he screams his protest.]
Helen, don't do it!
[He clenched his teeth, waiting for the sound, the pain, the shot.
There was nothing.
He opened his eyes, greeted by the blankness of the halls, how the sound of his voice seemed to have echoed in the emptiness.
Was he already dead?]
Helen?
...
((OOC: It's TV's Nick Cutter!)) |