So long ago, I was 10, my brother 15, he promised to me that he would protect me. Why he promised that, how he would keep it, I don't know. Why I would think of this an hour before my death, I also don't know. But he can't keep that promise now, at least I highly doubt he can. 'Cause with a thousand miles of toxic wasteland separating us from each other, it's practically impossible. Not that I doubt he could move a mountain if he wanted to -multiple for that matter- I just have trouble believing that any of the authorities, Stalkers, or other entities with power of such could prevent what's about to happen.