“Get to work!” With a forceful shove, Skray and Klicker were expelled from the tunnel's mouth into the wild, tumbling into each other upon landing.
“They really carried us all the way here,” Skray noted, his voice tinged with irony.
Klicker scanned their desolate surroundings, the weight of their solitude pressing in. “Yes, and they’ve left us utterly alone,” he sighed, his breath catching in a mix of resignation and defiance.
As they moved toward a distant unit, their path was cut short by screams of terror. A flood of workers stampeded toward them, panic in their eyes.
Klicker, feeling the inevitable approach, closed his eyes, surrendering to fate. Skray, in a last desperate bid, tugged at him, words lost in the chaos.
The ground shook as a shadow loomed large. A container, vast beyond comprehension, tipped. A deluge ensued, sweeping away all in its path with merciless fervor.
Stefan:
The end is unavoidable. If you have the chance to know it before it is all over, what would you do differently with your life right now?