The Damned Savior

[Dirty Old Harry]

All he could see was large white blankets of snow stretch out before him, his rifle was held firm in his left hand while he was dragging someone by their collar, they were limp and were obviously, very vulnerable, unable to defend themselves from the horrors that caused their wounds. As he kept dragging this person and as he waded through the knee high snow, all that was on his mind was guilt, he had left the others behind and he had chosen this one to save, they would barely manage to utter a few words into something that sounded like, "Thank You". The voice was soft, quiet and skittish, it had came from a smaller Marine, definitely feminine and with a bit of pain. She had been torn up and couldn't stand on her own, her legs were mangled and she would have died had she been left behind. As he held his rifle in front of him to illuminate his path, he suddenly remembered why he did it, why he chose this one to save and to condemn the rest to a terrible fate, in the moment where bullets were in the air and the room had the most foul reek of death, she cried out for help and in that moment he saved her but he also left the other handful of souls to fight off the nightmarish terrors that would overwhelm those that stayed behind. He could see the floodlights ahead and beyond them, humanoid figures moving and making sounds, he was tired from running and had placed the smaller Marine on the Rasputin before it took off to where she would be safe. A feeling of guilt washed over him as no doubt if he did not return then the spirits of those that died as he ran would haunt him for the rest of his days. Before he could think of what to do, his legs moved on their own and plunged him back into the knee deep level of snow as he rushed back to the room.

Once he had arrived he had seen something that would plague him for the remainder of his life, the room, while still lit would be a bloody battleground with corpses of not long dead comrades that would litter the ground in the dozen, his mind melted and he couldn't comprehend what to do or what to say, how he could ever recover or how he could ever be forgiven for leaving them to this fate. He had known then and there that he should be one of the bodies here, he should be among the dead, he dropped to his knees and pleaded with god to forgive him. Not long after this the monsters would be exterminated and he would live on to see another day, such was his curse, such was his pennance, he would never forgive himself for this. He was and forever shall remain, The Damned Savior.