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Ashlie sprinted away, jumping over a palette as Tommy swung for her. His cold, dead eyes stared blankly ahead as he tried to kill one of his comrades. His knife glimmered in the darkness, the one thing that could actually shine in this wretched place, but instead of being a signal of hope, it was a beacon of despair.

Weaving around the walls of crushed cars, Ashlie flew into a closet, slamming it shut behind her. Squeezing herself into the corner, she held her breath, horrific images flying through her head as she listened to Tommy breathing under his white mask. No heartbeat.

She could still see the blood, still watch as Tommy stabbed Nick in the back and threw him over his shoulder. She had watched in horror as Nick was shoved onto the hook, blood spewing out of his shoulder. She'd had to watch as the Entity came for him, spindly legs forming around the hook. Ashlie was waiting for her chance to get him, but lost it as Tommy found her, just in time to hear Nick scream as he lost the battle, and the Entity stabbed him in the chest, carrying him away.

Slowly opening the closet door, hoping that she'd lost him, Ashlie cautiously walked over to a generator. Pulling out a pair of pliers, she reached inside and cut a couple colored wires, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt a satisfying click as the generator completed, pistons puffing and wheezing as it opened the exit.

Looking around franticly, because she knew that Tommy would have seen that, Ashlie sprinted away, diving around a corner. Remembering the last time that she had seen one of the exits, she tried to head in that general direction, hugging the brick wall that bordered this place.

Then she heard a cough coming from a little ways away. She skidded to a stop and turned around. There was nothing around, except for the normal, gloomy surroundings of this hellhole. Creeping around a corner, she looked down. She gasped. Blood stained the mucky grass like a disease, leading in a trail towards a meathook. There was a dark shape lying on the ground directly below the hook.

"Uni!" Ashlie shouted, forgetting all cautiousness as she rushed into view. He was lying facedown on the ground, blood pooling around his shoulder and back. There was blood on the hook. He must have taken the chance and tried to pull himself off the hook after he got caught by Tommy. It almost never worked, but it must have worked now, because Uni was free, even if he was almost dead.

She slid on her knees for the last couple paces. She picked up his bloody head and cradled it in her lap.

"Uni!" She exclaimed. "Please be OK! Uni!"

His brown-orange eyes flickered open, clouded with pain.

"A-as-hlie?" he mumbled.

"I'm here," She sighed in relief. "I'm here now."

Uni let out a deep breath, grimacing.

"Where's Nick?" he asked.

Ashlie bowed her head down in sadness. "With the Entity."

Uni smiled, his small, wry smile. "Tommy is going to be proud that he got the "competitive" one."

She giggled in sadness, knowing that Nick would have wanted them to stay positive. Her brother was always like that.

Uni coughed, his chest heaving. Blood trickled out of his mouth as he did, dripping down his chin. She squirmed internally at the sight, but quickly got to work, bandaging his wounds with the thin roll of gauze that she kept in her pocket. When the hole in his shoulder was gone, Ashlie had no more gauze left.

Uni was pale, pale white, his eyes closed. She held his head close to her chest, begging him to stay alive, to keep fighting. His eyes flickered open.

"I'm... Guessing you have-- *cough* no more," he wheezed. Blood was already seeping through the gauze, making it completely soaked.

"No," Ashlie said, tears dripping down her face as she accepted the truth.

"I'm not going to make it, am it?" he wondered.

Ashlie cried. There was nothing else to do. Uni had been for her every time someone had gone insane. First Cory, then Jon. Then Tommy. And now Nick was dead. She didn't know how she would cope. She would be alone.

And she'd never hear his sweet, soft voice again, tipped with a british accent. Never hear his funny bursts of anger when he raged. Never hear him start to act like a crazy person when they used to play GMod, making everyone question his sanity.

Never...hear his laugh again. His wild, funny laugh, with short gasps in between. The kind of laugh that can make you laugh too, even if the thing he's laughing at isn't even that funny.

Ashlie sobbed into his chest. She wasn't ready. Not yet. She couldn't accept the fact that she'd be alone in this nightmare. She felt a soft hand caress her tear-stained cheeks. With blurry vision, she saw Uni holding her face, staring deep into her eyes. He brushed some strands of her red hair off her face.

"Don't worry Ashlie. I'll get to-- *cough* play Nintendo now," Uni said sadly. "Make sure to... tie my shoelaces for me." he hiccuped, eyes filling with tears.

"I will, I promise on everything that still have in this world, that I will," she blubbered.

"Don't make me leave like this, Ashlie."

"But there's nothing I can do..."

"I know."

Ashlie started into his beautiful orange eyes, brushing away his blood-stained blue hair from his forehead. Then she laid her head down on his chest, holding him close as she waited for the end. Uni stared up at the sky. With the rest of his strength, he lifted his left arm up, and put it over her back, holding her head, just like she was holding his. Their final hug.

Uni closed his eyes and nestled his head into her shoulder, right into her neck. His breath became raspy and thick, hitching with every second. He knew that it was now or never.

"A-ashlie?" he rasped.

"Yes.." she responded, defeated, for she knew the end was near.

He brought his lips up close to her ear, and he whispered his final words.

"I'll always let you go..."