Blake had returned from his daily appointment of physical therapy, it had only been three days since Daylight was labeled M.I.A. and most likely K.I.A. and it had left Blake with the feeling of isolation and pain again. He walked down the halls limping, to go to the bar, he couldn't handle it he had to drink his problems away. It all seemed pointless now to even try and fix them. As he walked into the bar, he was greeted with the sounds of small chatter and such. Good, it's not loud. He thought, walking over to the bar and sitting down. He looked at the bartender for a second, he about cracked a smile as he swore to he saw his father working, only for it to fade away into the air and have someone else take his spot, his smile faded as he stared at the man for a few second.
"Hey big guy, you gonna order something? Or just act like a creep?" He asked Blake.
Blake shook his head breaking his focus on the man. "Oh...yeah, a glass of whiskey." He said turning to stare down at the bar top. He heard the glass be placed in front of him, and looked up to be met with a full glass of the hard liqour. "Here you go man...you look like ■■■■? What happened?" The Bartender asked him. Blake took a second to think and answered quietly not making eye contact. "I'm a sole survivor now." Blake grabbed the drink and took a long hard sip.
Blake stared at the drink as he was left alone, he began to think back to everything that had happened since day one, the day he met Daylight, the day they raided the ONI base...even the day he found his beloved pet. It was all too much for him, the effects of war was beating down on him. The pain he felt all around his body was replaced with the pain of a broken heart. He could hear the echos of everyone in his mind, they all sounded like they were all with him.
Hey Blake, tell them that one story...Why our ODST squad called you Hot-Dog Kaitlynn voice said in a echo, only to be followed with the sounds of people becoming interested in his story, he couldn't even bother to crack a smirk. He thought of how he earned that name, he thought of how he told them the story, only to be greeted with the haunting laughter of Daylight when they heard it only to fade out he could even hear Grace defending him.
That's so mean... Her voice echoed
his lips quivered and a tear began to form, he wiped his face quickly and took another long hard sip. He made a fist with his robotic arm and looked at it, opening his palm and closing it again. "I can't believe it...I actually ■■■■■■■ miss you guys." He said, his lips quivering again. "I miss you all." He turned around to look at the table where they all sat at, again hallucinations played as he saw every sit around the table laughing and enjoying life. It was taken from him now, and he had taken it for granted.
He turned around, and took another sip, it was the only thing keeping him from remembering the pain. but this Bar, it was causing too much, he only finished half his drink as he got out as fast as he could and made his way to the gym, only to be greeted with more haunted memories. He stood there, staring right at the day him and Kyanna spared for the first time. Only to see Kyanna walk off embarrassed. He turned around and left, trying to find somewhere he could be alone. He bumped into a few people, but no matter where he went. He was greeted with the haunting voices and laughter of that was once Daylight.
LEAVE ME ALONE! He screamed in his mind becoming more panicked as he rushed into his room, not caring if he had hurt his leg and slammed the door, turning and sliding down it only to be met by the final haunting memory of Jäger as a pup laying on his beg, raising his head to stare straight at Blake into his eyes. He finally had done it. He broke down and cried, digging his head into his lap and screaming in sadness, gripping is head tightly, as he cried loudly, slamming his head into the back of the wall, and crying again.
"WHY?! WHY KAITLYNN?! WHY SKY?! WHY JÄGER?! WHY THEM?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, going back to into crying in his lap. War had once again broken him, this time...no one could help him, he was alone, forced to be left in a state for the time. For once, Blake wished he wasn't a soldier, he had wished he never even thought about being a soldier, but it was too late. The deeds had been done, and now...he wondered if anything was worth carrying on for, everything was gone. The only memories left of Daylight was their belongings and the thoughts he carried of them.
Kaitlynn finished everything she could and yawned, leaving the food alone and going off to find a bed to sleep in. "1 day down...92 days to go." She said.