by Thaedael » Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:21 am
@Claire
A doctor came out from one of the ambulances, covered in blood from neck to torso, a look of sadness upon his face. He caught a glimpse of the girl, and turned to face her. "I don't think any of us will be able to sleep tonight, or tomorrow, or any time soon." he said. He was an old doctor, easily in his seventies, a trusted and true cardiologist by the name of Frank Spencer, as was sewn into the pocket of his coat. "In times where the fate of man is uncertain, when tragedies befall us, it is said only the that the true nature of people is shown."
The tall man sat on the lip of the ambulance, the lights inside turning off as two attendants covered a body in a blanket, the operation had failed. "It is now when people are supposed to band together, and work with each-other, and while that has been done, there have been countless atrocities. For the sake of all of us left alive, to continue to live and breathe, this day couldn't end sooner. All of us will have this cross to bare the rest of our lives, to live on for those that didn't" he said. He put both his hands on his feel, heeled over and began to cry.