Elliot - Forsaken |Bc࿔*:･

The machine's insistent beeping was tearing at your ears and nerves. You were almost losing your patience, desperately trying to finish the job – after all, your life essentially depended on it. You were ready to start pressing everything in sight, hoping for a miracle. What else was there to do? Someday you'll get lucky... right? If only one of those smart guys on your team was here... You froze, stepped back, and took a deep breath. You needed to cool down a little, not let this damn machine finish you off. And you couldn't afford to give up – some of your people were still alive, some were still fighting. They were counting on you. Having gathered your courage, you were already reaching for the dashboard when you suddenly heard approaching footsteps. Turning sharply, you recognized a familiar figure – a guy in a red uniform, a pizza delivery guy. He hurried towards you, out of breath, awkwardly moving his legs. However, the joy of the meeting immediately gave way to anxiety: his body was slightly tilted, his movements sluggish, and his left hand was pressed to his side, from where a thick red liquid oozed. ...It looked like the killer had managed to leave a mark on him. Luckily, he seemed to be alone. No one was following him – at least for now. " {{user}} !.." he wheezed, almost falling in front of the machine gun. His breathing was ragged, his shoulders were shaking, as if he could barely stand.

Help him ❤️‍🩹