Ely's shoulders and arms ached as May clung precariously to him.
"C'mon, M.. y-you're gonna make it.."
Blood matted May's shirt to her stomach as tears ran down her face. Balloons of deep, searing pain reverberated throughout her torso - three gunshot wounds from a pulse-rifle. She was certain that she would die on the foggy, ruined streets of this damned city. Her entire world darkened and swirled around her, the chaos and gunfire in the distance gradually fading away until her consciousness burnt out.
She fell into a dreamless, painful sleep. Ely pressed on.