"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?!"
The sheer force behind the voice caused several nearby soldiers to instinctively turn their heads. Even the Leader flinched slightly before his visor automatically highlighted the source of the disturbance.
A young man in his twenties stood several meters away, covered from head to toe in blood. Bruises darkened almost every visible part of his body, and his clothes were so thoroughly soaked that it looked as though he had been submerged inside a river of crimson. One of his arms hung unnaturally at his side, clearly dislocated, yet he appeared completely unaware of the injury.
His attention remained locked upon the approaching rescue personnel.
"If-If you had come just a little earlier..." His voice cracked before rising into another furious shout. "If you had come even a few fucking minutes earlier, my wife would still be alive!"
