Just Follow Me And Run

I Just...feel Like I Need To Save Everyone. To Redeem Myself.

I Watched As That Kid Died. In His Last Few Seconds There Was Pure Terror In His Eyes. You Can't Do That. You Can't Do That To A Person. I Don't Care What Anybody Tells Me, I Don't Care How Many People Go Crazy And Die, I Don't Care If The Whole Shuck Human Race Ends. Even If That Was The Only Thing That Had To Happen To Find The Cure, I'd Still Be Against It.

He Pulled The Envelope Out Of His Pocket And Ripped It Open, Then Took Out The Slip Of Paper. The Soft Lights That Ringed The Mirror Lit Up The Message In A Warm Glow. It Was Two Short Sentences: " Kill Me. If You've Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

I Think We Should Take A Break, Fill Our Little Tummies And Drink Up.

Kill Me!" And Then Newt's Eyes Cleared, As If He'd Gained One Last Trembling Gasp Of Sanity, And His Voice Softened. "please, Tommy. Please." With His Heart Falling Into A Black Abyss, Thomas Pulled The Trigger.