Goodbye...
Goodbye...
Just go die!
The endless loop of his thoughts as he ran; slow for him, akin to a normal beast versus what he was. Slow enough to be seen; slow enough that his physical degeneration was obvious; the labored breathing and missteps showing just how far he had fallen. He was aimed out of the city; that much was true; but to where he ran even he did not know.
He'd realized that to find a hole and die would be... impractical; his kind did not roll over and die that easily; and no matter what, he was locked into an endless cycle of pain and madness; but not death, not yet. Because she lived... he would not die outright.
He would have to fix that himself.
Was it cowardly that he didn't just find a lonely place, far away from everything, and end it himself? Yes. It was; truly. His people had no qualms against suicide; it was seen as honorable in many cases among the warrior castes; his own honor was intact if he committed. His conscious would have been clear, from that aspect.
A hero's death was too easy. Far too much so.
He needed to suffer. Deserved, to suffer. Endless; excrutiating; break himself, destroy himself...
Like he destroyed them...
A roar in the night; pained, anguished, and so very tired.
An old solider doesn't die, he just fades away.
No... this soldier didn't deserve that. This soldier deserved death; as painful as possible.
Maybe... the hot zone. The ruins of New Vegas. That was a death trap for anything. Find the worst place and just lay down; roll over like a dying dog and wait for it to happen...
Or the rumors of the mutants and demons in the areas still standing... go out like a warrior... relive the glory days one last time...
Yes... he would go there; to the ruined lands and find his death there.
What other choice did he have, truly?
Out of the city now; towards the hellish lands of the old city; he would end it there, somehow, someway.
The first rains; burning and painful... he was there, the edge of the badlands... still he ran. He would find death here; that much was true. His own; or that of countless others... that was the final unknown.
