At the sight of her crumpling he drops his forehead into the ground, a wave of pain clawing its fingers into his skull. All he can do his repeat no, verbally, mentally, as they leave Annie there on the floor and start toward him, all the while unresponsive to the corpses that litter the area around them. Alex panics. He moves his arms backward, crawls backward, the burns and marks on his legs and body gnawed with pain.

"Get away from me..."

At least Annie's alive still. Maybe there's hope for her. A rescue. Anything.

"Stay away from me--!"

He shoves but it's weak and heavy, slow like a dying animal; not anything that bothers the guards, because they latch onto his arms with full curling fingers, sliding him against his will across the smooth floor. His head hangs low. He's so fucking tired... He can't...

"I'm sorry... couldn't help..."

He glances blindly, blankly, toward the body resting nearby, before they yank him out of the room by the elbows and wrists, leaving just a few sad smears of blood.

Goodnight.