"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother getting up. 'We're all going to die, aren't we?' I always think that, but I try not to listen to myself. I want to live. I want to make it until the very end - but I don't want to make it alone. I got up today to protect others, as well as myself. We'll be together outside these walls, or I'll die trying to get us there...it's scary, y'know? But fear is for the weak hearted. So get up, alright? You'll make it-no- we'll make it, together."
So this is how it ends.. heh.. I don't regret anything.. *coughs out blood and smiles sadly* except.. maybe never telling the brat that I love him.. *looks up into the sky* well it's too late now.. *salutes eyes starting to close shut* ..