Sowwy fer the short part, but I have to leave fer the night.
I won't be back 'til Sunday, so you guy's 're gonna have ter survive without me.
But...in this part...will Stranger survive?
Read on! And you'll see
During the night, she had to endure the terrible nightmares of last night's events, remembering the thoughts of leaving back Stranger to fight against the terrible outnumbered Mafia gang.
But what was more worse to a nightmare was she waking up to the feeling of a cold wind brushing against her back.
The sun was blanketed with heavy dark-grey smoggy clouds, and the winds blowing the smog in whisps twirls.
The first feeling she got of when she saw the morning like this, that there was a a loss at hand.
But the question was who lost themselves during the evil night?
She slid up on her knees, wrapping her arms around her chest, while gazing ahead down near the valley, it taking in the suffocating smog cutting through.
The wind blew forcefully on her back, but she kept a sturdy sit upon the grass.
She quivered to herself, rubbing up and down gently on her arm, glancing back to where the deep gorge valley of Boontown held on its last hinges, feeling the sense of despare trodden on her mind.
Where Boontown sat on its crusty planks, only a thick veil of fog covering its very crooked essence from the hermetic outside.
Tears sprung to Umi's eyes.
Sunrise was passed, and yet Stranger wasn't found.
"No..." she croaked tearfully.
She crumbled deeply down in to her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I lost another..."
Umi attempted to stand on her feet, only to feel her legs shake under the inevitable truth that she couldn't bare to stand...
Stranger was gone...and there was nothing left there was that she could do to bring him back.
She turned to the flat plateau stretching along the broad canyon-top, taking a step forward only to stumble back down on her knees.
She jerked forcefully from her sobs, closing her eyes tightly to let the tears roll down her cheek freely, and not bother to stay wetly in her eyes.
Her nervous breakdown held her latched on the ground, paralyzing her not to stand up.
She coughed loudly from the irritating smog whipping in to her throat, and tickling with its particulates down her throat.
Not being able to stand up, she clawed in to the ground, and slid on her knees forward and Boontown, which kept a coarsing pain burning in her stomach.
She stopped, hanging her head low near the grass.
"Why couldn't this be a dream?" she cried loudly.
"WHY!?" she raised her fists to the air, screaming through her scratchy hoarse throat.
She slammed her fists back on the grass, falling on to her stomach, while sobbing in to the grass loudly.
It felt too early, for her, to lose someone so close.
Closer than the Master Chief, and all her friends on Earth.
They probably wouldn't go through the fate Stranger had been put to.
Someone that could actually be a good father to let her have, not replace her original, but have a feeling of being loved and not loneliness.
She lay on her belly, keeping her arms around her face burried in the soft grass tickling her skin irritatingly.
Time went by, as she sulked and sobbed her heart out on the canyon plateau, hearing a faint noise come down the gorge wall.
She ignored the noise, thinking that the best of her imagination was getting her started, by actually hearing something that sounded of Stranger.
But as she cried, the noise seemed to get louder.
Her head jerked up slowly, turning back to the gorge's ridge.
A callous cough deeply groaned over.
Umi scrambled on her knees, her heart pounding of sheer excitement and suspense.
She clawed at the ridge, staring down at the slant wall.
Her eyes opened wide in shock.
"My odd," she scarcely said, her throat clogging with tears.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, and began to slide down the hill.
Stranger clawed weakly in to the crumbly hillside, panting tiredly down under his hat.
His extremities all out was bruised and spotted with heavy blood, and his skin was torn and shot under extreme tension.
His leather poncho had deep bullet punctures, almost piercing through to his vital areas.
His eyes shone a deep dark green, wearily rolling up to Umi sliding down to him in a rush.
Stranger's cut lips curled in a relieved smile.
"Umi..." he wheezed, almost losing his balance on his arms.
She slid down by his arm, and hefted it up over her shoulder heavily.
She placed her free arm around his back, and helped him up the slope with a little more ease.
But with Umi and her small body, he was a bit of a challenge to get up.
She slipped at the ridge, sliding Stranger all the way up on to his back.
Tears ran down her cheeks in a steady stream over him, feeling remorse of his deep wounds.
"I'm so sorry. This should've never happened to you...I shouldn't have left you..."
He harshly coughed, the taste of his blood sprinkled on his tongue, while looking over to Umi with weary eyes.
"I'm just...glad...to see you's...not hurt," his voice rashly spoke.
"I was thinkin'...those creeps...had come up 'ere...an', did somethin'...ter you,"
She hushed him urgently.
"Rest. I'll clean you up,"
She whipped off his hat, and forced him to take off his poncho.
His jade-green top was stained violet-red of blood, holes gashed in to his abdomen.
She ripped off his shirt as well over his head, and examined the bullet wounds deep, still seeping warm blood.
"My odd..." she gasped.
"What did those creeps do ter you?"
He held in his cries of pain through his clenched teeth, while she dug down as tenderly as she could be in his wounds, picking off the bullets stuck in his tender stomach.
She wiped off the blood around his wounds, starting back up to his chest, scanning up and down to see the peppered wounds among his body.
"Damn good thing you got up 'ere," she spoke.
"I think you'd be Sleg chow if you'd be climbin' up the gorge any longer,"
Stranger sighed roughly, relaxing his excruciating cries deep in his chest.
"So...what happened last night? Where's Al?" she asked, knowing that talking to him would know that he was still there with her.
Stranger's mouth opened, she hearing a rash choking sound.
She snapped to him, her eyes wide in fright.
"He...h-he..." Stranger spoke, stopping only there.
His eyes widened in fear, his mouth wide open, and his jaw quivering.
"Stranger?" Umi shook him, frightful thoughts speeding through her mind.
Her voice softened his eyes to her, closing his mouth.
He didn't reply, but the memory of Al kept replaying painfully in his mind, making him scarce to words about him...