[Black Dragon]

Snek stayed in the same spot where he had fallen, his body quivering as emotions raced through his veins like FeeCo trains on their tracks. Alone... that one word played over and over in his mind like a broken record, he was all alone. Fear did not seize his body, but instead a mixture of despair and anger fought for control of his mind.
Look at yerself, he thought, You HAVE to move on. Ya saw plenty of guys die before and you got over it. You NEED to get over this...
Wiping a stray tear from his white cheek with the back of his hand, Snek rose to his mechanical feet, carrying his comrade's limp form in his arms. Using a small spade that he carried with him to dig foxholes in times of emergency, Snek buried Kragg deep within the earth, covering his grave with sticks to form the shape of the symbol that he wore 'round his own neck.
"There, pal, at least you can be at peace now and nothin'll try and getcher body. Rest easy, friend," Snek muttered, fighting tears once more.
Quickly, he turned in the opposing direction and walked away swiftly, trying to calm himself. After he had covered about a mile of ground, Snek sat down upon a nearby boulder and adjusted the intensity of his artificial eyes. Flipping open the tracking device again, he began punching in codes and numbers, causing the screen to display various maps. He reached back into his pouch, retrieved a flask, and took one long swig before replacing the cap and putting it back.
Well... not much 'ere... Carthag's up ahead, but there's a nice little village closer. Maybe it'll be a nice spot to collect myself... kinda remind me of my days in the native Mud camp.
Rising again, he headed west toward the road to the village and quickly began making his way toward civilization with a jogging pace.