Trouble

The Skeleton Viking slowly trudged closer to Mark holding a gun in his hand.

"I asked for the crate, and in return I'd let you live, and you reject my kindness?!" The large skeleton slams the barrel of his gun into Marks chest causing Mark to wince in pain.

"Remember my name when you reach the afterlife. My name is Bjorn the death watcher."

Right before he pulled the trigger of his gun a large green Orc full on tackles Bjorn into the truck creating a massive dent. Many other goblins, and Orcs follow close behind him fending off the bandits.

"Run human, I'll hold them off." Dave screamed. Out of panic, and confusion Mark sprinted away with all the energy he had left within him, and he didn't look behind him, not until he was miles away deep within the city. He hid within one of the empty buildings as he could hear the loud sounds of gunshots echoing throughout the city.

Marks legs felt heavy, like if he had them stuck under quicksand. His heartbeat sounded like drums from a marching band. His ribs still felt sore from earlier. He was swept up with so many emotions, fear, anger, confusion, and guilt.

He can't leave Dave behind. Even if Orcs are incredibly strong, and the Bandits are incredibly out numbered. Mark had a gut feeling that something bad was about to happen, but what could Mark do, he can't fight. Mark is weak in comparison to both the bandits, and the Orcs.

He felt so useless, why was he here, why couldn't he just live a normal life. If he didn't get caught by those bandits, if he didn't meet that phone, if he didn't look through those halls, if he wasn't so curious. If only he wasn't so unlucky.

While Mark was lost in negative thoughts, and panic. He could hear a massive boom, he felt the shockwave zoom through his body making his heart skip a beat. He felt a sense of foreboding as the gunshots finally ended. He finally got up, and grabbed a nearby pipe, the chances of it coming in use is incredibly slim especially against a group of armed bandits.

Though it's better than nothing, he slowly walked out the door he felt a strong blast of wind drive through the streets throwing paper, and leaves across the sky. He slowly made his way back feeling his heart beat once again.

Bum Bum he moved closer smelling smoke, and ember. Bum Bum each step felt heavier the closer he got. Bum Bum there was no sound it was silent. Bum Bum the road was blocked off by rubble, and burning wood. Bum Bum his hands shook uncomfortably, and he felt his grip weaken as he grew closer to the battlefield.

Finally he got to the goblins den it seems the bandits have left, and all that remains is rubble, and various dead bodies scattered across the ground.

Most of them being Orc, and Goblins. It looked less like a battle, and more like a massacre. Mark knew it was all his fault, his recklessness has brought death upon many lives.

Mark looked down the hole, it was filled with ember, and flame. A pillar of smoke towered into the sky. Mark let out a pain filled cry which echoed through the cavern. He fell to his knees clenching the pipe tightly. Why did Bjorn do this, he should have just killed Mark, then maybe, just maybe the lives of many Orcs, and Goblins would had been saved, and what about the phone? He is probably dead by now. He never got a chance to learn his name. The phone didn't do anything, if Mark didn't open that door maybe the phone would be safe within the janitors closet.

After wiping away the tears from Marks eyes he got up from his feet, and before he could walk away he heard a loud roar of agonizing pain. He turned to see Dave laying there under rubble, and metal. Mark quickly ran towards him. Dave was battered, bloodied, and bruised. He didn't look too good. His soft silky beard was now scorched, and so was his skin. His left arm was torn clean off, and he had a bullet hole in his leg. He smelt like burning popcorn, and hair.

"Ah human... y- you're back" Dave started coughing uncontrollably. Mark began slowly pulling back some of the debris covering Dave, but only the small pieces as he was too weak to lift the large boulders.

"Dave! imma get you out of here!" Mark yelled, but Dave just chuckled. "I've lost too much blood human my time is nearing its end."

"Don't say that, there might be a chance just let me help!" Mark screamed while trying to pull back a large boulder over Dave's chest.

"Please… human listen to me…." He spoke in a calmed manner, which Caused Mark to look him in the eyes. "Human my people have escaped to the north… go there as payment for me saving you I want you to *cough* protect my daughter, and save your friend."

"No I'm not leaving you behind! Your daughter needs you… not me!" Dave continued to attempt pulling back the boulder with no avail.

"Why did you save me! You should have just let me die!" Mark cried out with sorrow.

"Human all these years I've lived in this world, I've learned that the word why has become useless. For many things in this world have no answer, or reason. I see something in your eyes this world lacks….. hope….. this world needs more hope. I've seen many great warriors fall because they lacked hope. Please human do not let my brothers death go in vein, bring hope..... to..... this….. world….." Dave slowly grew pale, and he became limp. Mark didn't say a word, or let out a single cry of pain, he just slowly closed the old orcs eyes shut before laying him down to finally rest.

A droplet of water fell from the sky, then another followed before one by one it began to rain. Mark buried the fallen men under the rocks as it was the closest thing he could get to giving them a proper burial. He laid Dave's staff on his grave, and Mark headed north, towards the Orc settlement.