It goes nowhere.

Listen: I am running.  Don't know if I'll last.  Should've posted it.  Should've shifted.

See, I've been wrong.  He is out there.  And for some reason, He wants me.

Taste the blood in your mouth, 2270.  You are done.

Feel your heartbeat.  Feel it thunder out the tempo of your body.

Smell the stale piss dripping down your leg.  You're done.  He has you.  What is left?

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left

Left


Goodbye 2270.  You are gone now.