There was nothing I could do. I'd tried to help as his body was thrown around like a rag doll but the monster had him. A man of strength and determination that could have changed the city. A man who gave me the chance to help people in a way a simple priest never could. A man who led us into crazy situations but did everything to get us out alive. There was nothing I could do, so I left him to die.
There was nothing I could do. Their body was chard and held no more breath. My therapist that I owed so much to. They helped me through the shock of my transformation and was the only one I trusted to fix my unnatural body. They held so much darkness but had worked hard to help me through my issues. But there was nothing I could do, So I left their body where it lay.
There was nothing I could do. We had been so close to getting out, but he took a last hit. My hand had hovered around my gun but I thought there was something I could do. I left him where he lay in hopes he would get up. He wouldn't be the same but there was a chance he would have his mind, a chance I might not have to exit alone. But when he did get up his eyes were black. My reliable friend who stood by me through this hell was gone. There was nothing I could do. So I put him down before he could hurt anyone, so he didn't have to live as a mindless beast.
Even when I got back to the city there was nothing I could do. London had fallen, monsters and men warred in the streets, buildings fell and chaos reigned. There was nothing I could do, so I went back to my church.
My last hope was a friendly face, but even then there was nothing I could do. The friendly face I hoped for left a note he wasn't sure was going to be read. Wisely they had left the city. They were alive at least, but there was nothing I could do, so I made tea and called someone we'd failed.
There was nothing I could do but tell the merc that the people he trusted to us were dead, that everyone was dead. I was staring at my pictures of spirits and ghosts, wishing I had taken more of the living when I had the chance as he turned up for a drink. We drank for our fallen friends, we drank for the fallen city but in the end, there was nothing we could do. He eventually left and there was nothing more to do.
There was nothing I could do. So I clung to the one thing I had left, an old and empty Church, my home, my world. Where I'd stay until I rusted and crumbled into dust. There was nothing I could do for this world anymore.
So, for the past six months, I've been playing a weekly game of the tabletop RPG Unhallowed with my friends (Think D+D but steampunk London with vampires, zombies and giant hulk-like creatures) and it finally ended recently. I was feeling a bit emotional about it so I decided to write the feels away.
This piece is based on the last session. Where everyone but my character died and she lived to see everything fall apart. It was a pretty depressing end to it all but I don't think it could have ended any other way, the city was pretty messed up by this point anyway, there was no way it could have ended happily. We all had a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to my next tabletop adventure.