Simon is back from the rooftop, shot and injured a few more places. Marcus finds him limping towards Jericho as he runs over and helps him inside. He brings him into the nursing room and since Lucy is constantly occupied with other patients, Marcus...
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It's dark. I can't see. I'm still hiding in the closet on the roof of the Stratford Tower where Markus left me. I wonder if he's worried. I'm Simon. Markus's best friend. I've been the leader of Jericho for a while but when Markus entered our haven, I knew we were bound to have a new and better leader. I assume it's night time so it should be safe to get out of this cramped space. I slowly open the door and look around to reveal an empty rooftop. I try to walk out of the closet but collapse because of the bullet in my leg. I steadily get back up using the crates next to me as a tool to help me do so. I limp over to the door holding my wound with one hand and the gun in the other. "Wow..." I say, looking at the stars. Detroit looks amazing in the dark. All the unique buildings are lit up, the streetlights emit light and you hear the faint noise of tires rolling on the streets. It's so calming. I stay there staring at the stars for a few minutes, closing my eyes until I realize that I should get back to Jericho. I open the door leading me to the exit and head downstairs very slowly.
It took me a while to get to the front door not knowing the exact directions, but I managed. I head out of the Stratford Tower slowly, makings sure I won't fall onto the snow. While being discreet and walking in the shadows, I get closer to Jericho where I can finally see Markus. I'm so worried that he's worried sick about me. Why did I even get shot? It's all my fault. I should've been more careful. I should've ran. I should've-... I should get rid of those thoughts. I might get stressed.
I'm loosing a lot of thirium. I start panting. My vision is getting fuzzy. What's happening to me? Am I going to die? I don't want to die... I'm scared. I have to get back to Jericho. Is it too late for me? Should I just not show up at my home? Should I leave Markus and the others hanging? No... I have to keep going. I'll do it for Markus. For Markus. It's not long until I reach Jericho. I'm loosing my hearing. I'm close. I can't stop now. I collapse. The cold snow on the sidewalk laying on the streets gives me energy. I slowly get back up. I'm getting weaker. I limp slowly towards my family. My loved ones. Markus. Holding my wound with my hand that's endowed in my blood helps. I'm near! I'm so near! I'm going to see Markus!
I collapse a few more times on my way there but I keep going. My body wouldn't let me rest until I reach Jericho. It's walking on its own. As if it has a mind of its own. I'm scared. What if no one's there to help me in? What if they don't notice me? What if I don't get to go inside and see Lucy? "Enough... Stop it with those thoughts..." I tell myself. My panting gets heavier and my steps feel lighter as if I'm just going to fly away.
I'm here! Markus! I'm here! Please come and hold me in your arms once more! That's all I need! Just the warmth of your body covering me, making me feel calm. I turn around the corner. With my distorted microphone, I hear in a fuzzy way:
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