Thomas Day
Thomas stared in horror as everything went wrong. Varashi walking right up to his home, Saima was dying, and all he could do was sit and watch. Thomas looked to the window, at Siddy yelling in anger, and fear, and at Saima, having convulsions. Before Thomas even realized it, he was sitting on the wall, his face buried in his hands. Millions of images flashed in his head. The slave camp. The blood and horror. The Wasteland. The death and destruction he faced, and fought through. Thomas suddenly began to realize. He had been through worse. He survived the destruction of Boston. He survived six years alone in the wasteland. He survived the slave camp. He was going to survive a Verashi assault, and he was going to finally make up for all the lives he threw away. All the pain and suffering he had caused. Thomas stood to his feet. "
Saima needs mutated blood, and you have to close that wound. This clean stuff is killing her. " Thomas pulled the IV out of Saima, and severed the connection between it and the blood bag. "
Our blood should work. One of us has to give her the blood, and one of us has to go out there and fight the Verashi. Unless Orchid snaps out of his little trance, we're in this alone. " Thomas pulled out an empty blood bag, and set it on a table. "
I'm a better shot. If I go out there, I'm probably going to die, but I have a better chance out there than you. " Thomas' face hardened. "
By the way, My name is Thomas. Not Andrew. I'm sorry. " Thomas grabbed his blade from his briefcase, and walked through the door, closing it behind him. He stepped down the stairs, remembering every face of someone he had hurt or killed. Every poor sucker he had made homeless. Every person who's life he had ruined. Thomas stepped through his door, and drew his pistol. He stepped into the middle of the street, and waited for the patrol.
(( OOC : Well, I may end up killing Thomas off a tad bit earlier than I expected. I'll have to make a new character. Bleg. ))
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