Deadman Apocalypse Page #4

my fallen coworkers,

else I too would've

been bone and dust.

Labyrinthia is encrusted

with those demon spirits

whose remains rest

within these walls,

whose very bones

make up the floor

on which we tread.

- This isn't Labyrinthia.

This is hell!

- No, Mr. Jackal,

this is something far worse!

- Leave him alone!

Leave now.

Before I kill every

f***ing one of you!

Jack, you idiot.

Jack, don't leave me.

Don't leave me here alone!

Jack.

I'm not leaving you.

I gotta get us

out of here, Jack.

Okay, it's gonna be

okay, it's gonna be okay.

I promise.

I don't know how people

can live down here.

- They're not people,

neither century.

You okay?

- Yes, Commander.

It's not the mission.

- What?

What?

Alba.

Does Jack know?

Oh god.

Oh Jesus.

Jesus.

You both should've stayed.

- We trained for this and

it means everything to him.

- You need to go back.

Please no, I'm fine!

- What if he dies out there?

- Wait, stop!

- I'm calling it off!

- Please don't!

- Deadman!

Deadman!

Deadman!

- I found the water!

- Deadman, Deadman!

Deadman!

It's Alba, she,

- Alba, run!

- Alba!

- Jack!

- Alba!

Don't let go Alba!

- Jack!

- Hold on!

- I'm sorry!

- Alba!

- Hey, hey, hey.

In training they never

said it would be like this.

Felt the heart back

then, it was trying so

desperately to become something.

I never stopped to

realized it was probably

the best time of my life.

The world was doomed,

Jack, yet life was simple.

We'd fight.

We'd find a way to

victory and if we didn't

well then we'd never know.

- You did this?

- Did the best I could.

- Thank you.

- I miss it, Jack.

The sky.

The daylight.

The fresh air.

Even the heat of

the sun was bearable

compared to this.

I miss believing we

could save the world.

- We were young and stupid.

- No, we were young and brave

now we're old and stupid.

- It's over Alba.

We failed.

- We failed once.

- Once chance was all we had.

- Don't we have the

chance now, Jack?

A chance to get out

of here with me.

Even if we die, even if

there's nothing to go back to

we haven't failed

until we've given up.

And I won't give up.

I am done, I am

done with tunnels,

I am done with a beast of a man,

I am done with darkness,

with chains, with hoping,

wondering, waiting.

I just want to sit underneath

the night sky one last time

and look up at the

starts with you, Jack.

- Psst.

Ugly, ugly, yeah you, ugly.

Come over here.

- Quiet filth, you'll

wake the master.

- Pass me the water.

My throat, please,

it's right there.

I need explosives.

- Cascabell.

- No, explosives.

- Cascabell, the dynamite maker.

- Where do I find him?

- His chamber,

not far from here.

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