Bryan was close to hyperventilating as the P.S. thug wheeled him out towards the E.R. entrance where his ambulance was parked. The other survivors were being herded towards them as well. He felt like he was trapped in his own body, watching a horror movie unfold around him. His range of motion was severely limited by his injuries and being strapped down to the stretcher, and even if he screamed, no one could make out a word he was saying.
"Don't worry, little buddy. We're just putting things right. After all, nobody cheats death, and today was just your day," the thug said, clearly relishing Bryan's helplessness and terror.
He'd been so close, so close to making it out alive. He was just sorry he wasn't able to do anything for Laura, and that he didn't get to say goodbye to his brother Reed. It was so unfair. Fuck, Reed, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I called you all those names. I'm sorry I'm never gonna get to tell you how awesome you really are. God, please, you fuck, I never ask you for nothing... but please, man. Please. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.