Why was the guard dead? Why would Atlas tech kill an Atlas guard? Roy barely had time to think before a startled cry from the back of the group Interrupted his train of thought, causing him and Simon to whirl around, The upgraded Atlesians stood behind them, weapons leveled. "RUN!!" Simon roared and Talons scattered in all. Roy ran wildly, not really seeing where he was going, he heard several of his comrades crying out behind him and he ran faster.Turning right,he hit a dead end. Dropping the dust-filled duffel bag he’d been carrying, He started to climb the shelves using the wooden crates as handholds. He was just reaching for the next crate when a bullet smashed into it shattering it and sending splinters into his hand, the shock caused him to release his grip and drop back down to the floor. Turning around he saw that a lone Atlesian knight had cornered him, Roy slowly pulled a plasma bayonet from a box to his right, he let loose a wild cry and charged the lone foe. Jumping into the air he flew toward the bot, hand raised clutching the plasma blade ready to deliver a killing blow. The metal soldier moved faster than Roy had reckoned, it’s rifle swung up and fired. A heavy force smashed into his side and he was stopped mid air and fell heavily to the ground. Reaching down Roy clutched his side, his stomach lurched as his probing fingers found the wound. It was three fingers in width and was bleeding badly. The bot prepared to fire again and looking into it’s faceplate he noticed an evil, red light flickering faintly behind it, "the Atlesians must be malfunctioning" he thought "why else would they kill the guard as well?" an angry buzz filled his ears "I will not be killed by a technical mistake!!' he roared at the unflinching white soldier. Switching his hold on the plasma bayonet he charged forward. dodging the bot's second shot, he stabbed downward towards the bot's head, time seemed to slow as the bayonet descended towards the the bot. Then it stepped sideways causing the killing blow to shear through some hydraulics on the Atlesian knight’s shoulder. it’s arm flopped uselessly down, the guns aim shifting downward towards the floor. The bayonet stuck in the bot's shoulder so Roy sent his fist smashing into the bot's face,it felt like he'd broken his hand. In retaliation the bot sent it's undamaged hand thudding into Roy's side. He felt one of his ribs break and the force of the blow was enough to dislodge the bayonet from its shoulder and send him staggering backwards to near where he'd charged from. The Bot tried to draw a bead on Roy, but with it's arm hydraulics severed couldn't keep it's gun level. It fired and the bullet struck the duffel bag sitting where he had dropped it, a sizzling sound was the only warning before the bag exploded. sending a wave of heat washing over him. Something smashed into the left side of his face, the force of the blast throwing him backward, he hit a rack of shelves, dropped to the floor and collapsed in a heap. writhing on the ground, Roy clutched his at his left eye. Blood was pouring from three ragged gashes carved into the flesh of his face. The pain was excruciating and a cry of pain and fear tore itself from his throat. Rapid footsteps caused Roy looked up. The one eye he could see out of found the remains of the mechanical soldier which had been destroyed in the blast, then a pair of leather boots. Hope flared in his chest like a flame as he looked up to see Ronin standing in front of him looking scared and horrified. "Ro...nin" Roy gasped out "he...lp…...ple...ase" he reached one bloody hand out pleadingly towards his friend. Ronin gave Roy one pitying glance then ran.
As Ronin’s footsteps receded into the distance a despair like Roy had never known crashed over him, his best friend had just left him to die alone in the dark. The despair turned to rage, “I will not die here” he thought “I will get out of here, I will survive!” He began painfully dragging himself toward the end of the aisle. his strength gave out as he reached the end and he stopped crawling and lay still, exhaustion causing his vision to swim and darken “this is it” he thought “this is how I die” as he lay there his thoughts turned to Winry, “I wish I could have told her how I felt” he thought. his vision started to fade but an odd red glow cut through fog allowing him to drag himself back from the brink to focus on the glow, it was an exit sign. Hope flared inside Roy’s battered form and he resumed crawling toward the exit. As he reached the door Roy realized he would have to stand, the mere thought of the action made his stomach turn but it had to be done. Grabbing a nearby shelf he started to painfully hoist himself up. His hand was covered in blood and it slipped sending him crashing heavily back to the floor. Landing on his injured side a strangled yell forced itself out of his mouth along with a gout of blood. Reaching up he grasped the shelf again and this time hoisted himself up, his head swam violently and and he fell into the door pushing it open in the process. He lay still for a moment then slowly dragged himself back onto his feet and staggered away into the woods surrounding the warehouse. About four yards in he took a step forward and the ground wasn’t there anymore, pitching forward he fell. He’d been to faint from blood loss to notice where he was going and now he was falling, headfirst down a drop of unknown depth. Time seemed to shift into slow motion, as he fell over the edge something felt snapped in the back of his very being. His vision went black and all sense of time and space were lost to him.