7 7 301 He had a blackout. After his ears stopped ringing, he began to moan in pain. For one moment, he thought he was already dead. Would it be better to die from falling as a deserter than dying on the battlefield as a hero? He didn't know.
8 8 301 While unconscious, he feels like someone is grabbing his shoulders and pulling his body.
15 15 301 He starts to sob. Knowing that he will never see the stars again, fear has taken hold of him.
16 16 203 1 0.25 -450
17 17 201 2 500402 450
18 18 301 1 ?? Don't worry. Relax. 2
19 19 301 Yarha ...Liv? Is that you? 1
20 20 301 Medic It's me. Yarha, I need you to relax. I have compressed your wound. Next, I'm going to wrap it up. 2
21 21 301 Yarha I... defected... Am I... going to die? 1
22 22 204 2 5
23 23 301 Medic ...You are not going to die here, soldier... 2
24 24 202 1 2 1
25 25 301 Yarha is still dizzy, but he has heard her reply, as well as the unique crisp and heavy footsteps of Corrupted.
26 26 301 He asks himself if he still wants to live. But what can he possibly do even if he does? What punishment awaits him after he returns to the army as a deserter?
27 27 301 Is a coward like him... worthy to live on?
28 28 301 Yarha's body is getting heavy. His mind turns numb. Despair has taken over the fear of death.
29 29 301 He fumbles around, finally pulling out his gun.
30 30 201 1 500408 19
31 31 301 1 Yarha I have one last bullet in my gun... 1
32 32 301 He took the gun with him and fired at Corrupted on his way, but none of the bullets landed so he could only keep running.
33 33 301 Yarha I kept it... for myself... 1
34 34 301 Yarha You should go. 1
35 35 202 1 1
36 36 301 Yarha tries to raise his hand, but can't even lift up the gun due to fear and injury. It falls to the side.
37 37 301 A cold liquid is washing his painful body. Liv didn't leave, but kept giving him emergency treatment instead.
38 38 201 1 500408 19 -450
39 39 201 2 500402 5 450
40 40 301 1 Medic The last bullet should be kept for the enemy, not yourself. 2
41 41 301 Yarha Hah... What can I do with just one bullet...? 1
42 42 301 Medic Alright, the wound on your head isn't too bad, but don't move your legs too much. 2
43 43 301 The medic finishes treating his wounds. She kneels next to him, looking him in the eye.
44 44 301 Medic You aren't the only one injured here. I will not leave you behind. 2
45 45 301 Yarha realizes there are other wounded soldiers lying next to him. This medic has saved them all...
46 46 301 Medic As for the approaching Corrupted... 2
47 47 301 She puts the gun back into Yarha's hand again.
48 48 301 Medic Its model is Domestic Gardener M-62, and is already significantly damaged. Its action module is located right behind the panel on its chest. If the module is shot, all its action logic will be disabled, and it won't attract any other Corrupted either. 2
49 49 301 Yarha Are you... asking me to shoot it? 1
50 50 301 Medic If you still want to keep going... That's the only way. 2
51 51 202 1 2 1
52 52 301 Yarha is trembling, but he doesn't have much time to hesitate. He takes a deep breath in, slowly lifts his gun, and tries to focus on it.
53 53 401 2 1510
54 54 301 Aim, fire.
55 55 401 2 1508
56 56 301 Sparks come out of the Corrupted's chest as it stumbles. Its mechanical body begins to tremble fiercely, and all its slim limbs are wiggling abnormally. After what feels like a century, it finally waddles in another direction.
57 57 301 Cold sweat races down Yarha's head, but he feels relieved inside. It is the first time that he solved a crisis entirely on his own.
58 58 201 1 500402 2
59 59 301 1 He turns to the medic. The white-haired girl makes a relieved smile.
60 60 301 Yarha's vision blurs. Her pale smile disappears as Yarha's mind is pulled back to the cold reality. He stares at the screen.
