I sit here, on this blood soaked ground, hoping that it will all end soon. So soon... but not soon enough. The gun, my pistol, is hard and cold in my hand. It is comforting, nestrled in my hand like the angel that will set me free from my Hell. I put the gun in my mouth. Around me, the bodys of my friends and comrades lie, looking at me with cruel, dead, blank eyes. No one had the strength to close their eyes anymore. There, is Robertson, and Valezquez, on the rise of the hill next to me. And, by the H.Q., theres Bryce, and also Tank and McBrald. And, sitting next to me, is Julia, dead by only a few hours. Who knew that the Ice Queen had a heart? And, who knew she could be hurt? At least her passing had been easy, in the end. And quick. But not as quick as mine will be. I finger the trigger for a moment, before deciding. Yes, I will take my life. Some say that only cowards commit suicide. But there are no cowards in Serenity Valley. To know that your life has no more value, that it is not worth living, and then to look down that gun barrel, or look down that pill bottle, and decide that this is right, that this will make everyone elses lives better... does that make me a coward? I don't think so. No, I am no coward. Someone is shouting, now. Now, there is more people, shouting. They're saying that the medships are coming, that we are saved, that we can get out, now. But thats a lie. You can't leave Serenity. At least, not while your alive. But I will escape, now. The gun in my mouth is cool, soothing. Ah, sweet release. This is right. So right. Calmly, more calmly than anything I've ever done, I pull the trigger. I will escape Serenity Valley. Now.