Those eyes.
He would never forget those eyes.
The anger.
The sadness.
The frustration.
All caught within the final moment that was shared between them.
He could have done more.
He should have done more.
Why hadn't he stayed behind then?
Was it all truly worth it?
Did his sacrifice even mean anything?
It had to.
He would make sure of it.
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"connor… please forgive me."
Pelk looked at the Green with a conflicted expression as he began to treat his wounds.
He had had been endlessly digging for so long that his knife turned brittle in the cold and snapped, where he had resorted to use his own limbs.
It had taken someone else to hit him in the head with the stock of the rifle to make him stop.
It hurt seeing him like this.
It hurt seeing them all like this.
Greens.
Every last survivor was currently hollowing out fallen snow, trying to reach the dirt that was hidden beneath.
The further they dug, the harder it was to make progress as the snow compacted.
Pelk himself was missing bits of his fingers up to the nail from the constant scrapes he suffered.
And he was the exception as he had to treat the wounded and couldn't be solely on digging duty.
Everyone was suffering.
And he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
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"What should we do about the dead?"
"We bury them. It's the only way we can do right by them. Use the excavated snow to place over their bodies."
"Will do."
Flynn turned and left.
Bell let out a sigh and sat down as gentle as he could, trying not to rattle his injuries.
Six more gone.
At least now they could rest.
That, at least, helped a little.
Now, what shall they do about this cold…
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Flynn cursed as he found that he was out of smokes.
He stood outside of their underground camp, staring in the direction that the attic window once was.
He couldn't be sure when they'd be coming out, but it wouldn't be too long now.
Probably when the the storm let up.
Even now, it raged, visibility poor and the wind drowning out most other noises.
They wouldn't even know if they ever came for them.
Shit.
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