Days later as the war reaches the city, that very same soldier is walking through the war torn remains of a hab block and he comes upon this girl once more, shot dead in a hallway, the flowers scattered across the ground next to her, covered in blood and dust, he stares emotionlessly at her corpse, remembering briefly that moment when she offered him one of her flowers. He begins to reach down to take one of the flowers, and just as he's about to touch one, he remembers his duty, stands up and continues to walk down the darkened corridors, there is no room for weakness, there are more heretics to hunt.





I'm not a good writer, but that's more or less how I see things happening, 40K is dark as hell, for every act of innocence, there are countless acts of greed, treachery, and tragic events, afterall, that is the grim dark future that is Warhammer 40K.

