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[A scream. Heavy panting, as if he'd just ran for miles. Eury, clutching his communicator close to his chest, the sounds of fabric and shaking mixing in with the microphone and affecting the quality.]

Someone- please, someone- someone get the fuck over here and help me!

[Another few moments of silence. Eury sounds like he's desperate, a strange mixture of pissed and terrified. A gunshot goes off, then two- Eury's gun, he's firing, firing, and silence again, before the sound of heavy footsteps.]

The Undercity- I'm in the Undercity, near the coffee shop, it's-

[Another gunshot, then a scuffle as he ducks into an alleyway and crouches behind a trashcan. The heart sinking click of his gun, out of ammo.  There's a long pause- did the communicator shut off?  No, that's his breathing, he's breathing, realizing that he's weaponless, the terror truely starting to sink in.]

I don't want to die- someone, help-

[A sickening sound, squelching, steel tearing into skin and grating bone. Gurgling on his own blood, and then a gut-wrenching rip.

All is silent for a moment, before something else is heard over the microphone. It's soft at first--is that really a noise, or just your imagination playing tricks on you? No, there it is, it's really there. Building up slowly, until it's loud and clear.]

[Footsteps, walking away. Then, silence.  After another few moments of this, the communicator automatically clicks off.]