After the bomb went off, Marcus was thrown against the bridge. Winded, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He definitely had a concussion too, he felt far too dazed for it to be normal. He slowly looked around him, bodies of dead enforcers lying about. Marcus grunted, a hand going up to hold his head as it throbbed, his ears ringing.

It was only a few seconds later when he noticed the metal pole going through his left shoulder — completely pinning him to the bridge. He clenched his teeth, the pain setting it. Agony. He was for sure going to die on this bridge, he’d never get to say bye to his daughter, she’d be left..parentless?

These were the only thoughts running through his head, until his eyes caught a glimpse of a silhouette through the smoke. Marcus looked around, reaching for a gun. Groaning in pain as he reached for it, he held it up, aimed right at their head when they stopped in front of him. His teeth clenched, making small sounds of pain. It was a Zaunite, and they only wanted to help. But how could he know that?

“Get. Away.” Marcus hissed, through his clenched jaw.