[[OOC: Apologies for the wait Outfox'd. Week has been killer! Still is in fact.]]
Luke sat on one of the low beds. His arms around his legs. His knees to his chin. His eyes, staring at nothing in particular. In an almost fetal position, yet still sitting up straight. Shell shocked.
Bryant had pulled the gun from his hands earlier. Said he would handle it. So, Luke knew what was to happen next.
He couldn't watch, he didn't even want to hear it at all. None of it!
STOP THE NOISE!
Luke pressed his hands to his ears, trying to blur everything out. Trying not to hear the shot, the following commotion. All of it!
But then Megan started saying things. Right in front of him. Bursting out into sobs.
"I was only trying to help." She said between sobs and dashing with her helmet and Sor's hatchet away from him. Luke wanted to follow her, console with her. But he couldn't move. He was just frozen there, stuck in his fetal like position, with unblinking eyes.
Blood. There was much of it. In quick succession, the images he'd seen earlier, of Sor, Alex, Matt, and Joanne, flickered into his vision.
After a moment, Bryant spoke. Still staring at the body of what used to be Kami "Hit Girl" Steele. "Luke. You go...go find her. Make sure she stays safe."
Blood, more Blood. On Bryant's face. He took another life. After what was supposed to be their redemption from killers, to war heroes. But the harsh realities were set. There was no way out of this. Luke simply stared not moving yet, even as Bryant buried his face into his hands.
Luke simply looked forward. This was nothing anymore. He didn't know how to feel. There was no feeling. He'd seen his fair share of the gruesome events of this game, and then some. The bodies didn't phase him anymore. It was. It was something else. But he didn't know what.
A few minutes passed. Megan had probably traveled a bit now. Luke was also starting to become aware of his surroundings again. He even realized that he had been sitting there, in silence, rocking back and forth in his awkward position like some kind of crazy person.
Luke got up, took one look at Bryant. A feeling of remorse. "He'll never be the same."
He put on his shades and left to find Megan.
"I'll never be the same."
[[Luke Mendoza Continued To: The Burial Of The Dead