There wasn't much time, the red flashing numbers counting down. Colt was dragging a limp Bull away as Spike and Poco covered them from behind. He handed Bull's injured form to Bo and Frank. Mortis tended to Emz's open wounds.

He stitched her up with tears in his eyes. She'll wake up. Of course she will, she can't die twice right? He'll patch her up and she'll be good as new. He tried not to tremble.

They still needed to get out, but the doors wouldn't budge no matter how hard they tried.

The alarm's sound kept going and made them panic; the numbers continued to dwindle.

Finally, they made contact with Jessie. She got the doors to open for a limited amount of time. Their relief was cut short.

"Where's Shelly?"

Colt looked around and saw her near the unstable reactor. The doors shut just as he ran towards her. He beat on the door. Shelly looked at him, unable to hear his screams. She saw him cry.

Calmly, she held her shotgun up to the core. She smiled softly in his direction.

"So long, partner."

Soon, a blinding light made him cover his eyes and the door flew off, knocking him back. He blacked out for a moment, a ringing in his ears. When he came back to his senses, he looked around. He remembers Shelly. Fearfully, he ran back inside. He looked and dug through the debris until his hands were covered in black.

Frank noticed a chard hand. He quietly lifted up a piece of the ceiling. Colt looked up and gasped. Pale and dirtied, he ran to the remains of a good friend. The body crumbled to dust the minute he touched her. He hugged them like she was still there. He cried and begged for her to come back. She never did.

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