"Aw what come on Sephex! Damn, I thought you were braver than that man! Oh what, one radioactive nuclear bomb that has probably killed thousands, and you give up just like that? That's pathetic. I know you. I remember how you never gave up hope about winning your first Ciddie. Over a decade you waited, to no avail. Until this week, just a few days before this smurfing bomb dropped on us. You didn't give up then Sephex, and you damn well ain't gonna give up now mate!"
Silence. The words pierced through the sirens and the people screaming down below on street level. To Sephex, all he heard, was the words you said. He listened to the words. And he listened to them again. Ringing, round and round, in his head.
He stepped down off the precipice. You embrace Sephex, holding on to him tightly. The fool! You kept on thinking.
"Tha...thank you. Your coarse words cut through my dark thoughts. Damn it, you are right. It is just a nuclear bomb. I've been through worse: haha, I did wait a whole decade for a Ciddie. If I can cope through that, I can deal with anything.. thanks dude. Right, I guess we better get a plan then."
Now, finally, they could get a real look at the city. Both of them peered to the horizon. All around them, carnage and devastation. There are people, screaming on the streets: how shrill that cry. The police - powerless to stop them running amok. Powerless to restore order.
"Look, the routes out of the city will be just as crazy as it is in the city centre. No doubt there'll be gridlock. So, what do you want to do? What now?". Sephex asks the million dollar question.
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