[ WP ] The last words ( prior to death ) of the character are simply `` Fuck it . ''

The walls of the mine shaft started to groan and crumble around the crew, the four of them were gripping onto the cart tightly. Donovan had been injured by the bandits earlier, slicing into his shoulder. 
 
 `` Hey boss, this cart is going to flip over on us'' Isis yells into Donovan's dusty ear. 
 `` Those bastard bandits set off the dynamite at the wrong place, the whole damn cavern is going to flip over on us'' Alphonse glares at Isis and Donovan, expecting them to somehow fix this nightmare. 
 
 Even if Alphonse was the youngest, he was able to get most of the pick axe through one of the bandits in one swing. Damn kid did n't know how to hold back. 
 
 Howard kept a straight face and looked out toward the exit that the crew was heading towards, the clanging of the wheels rolling on the rails echoed throughout the walls. He wanted to look brave in front of the crew, but deep inside he was too scared to say anything. 
 
 Donovan picked up the last bit of dynamite in case the entrance was blocked. His quick thinking and quick fists got him to be the leader of ten workers, down in this dirty mine shaft. Only three survived the onslaught of the bandits that thought it was a gold mine. The fools blew half of their group trying to set up traps and the explosions made it obvious they were inside the belly of the mountain. Donovan's crew of misfits were able to fight back but lost due to numbers. He started to grit his teeth, to hold back his tears, he did n't know what to do in this situation. 
 
 `` There's light up ahead!'' Yells Howard, seeing that the ordeal was coming closer to the end. 
 
 Donovan smiled, he realized that if he could save these three, then it was n't a complete loss. He promised that he would forever honor the memory of those that braved the life of a miner. Danger always hung over their heads. 
 
 The cave started to shake more violently, the ceiling was coming apart, it could no longer hold. And then, between the crashing of the rocks and the groaning of the wheels, Donovan heard laughter. He looks up, holding his shoulder to reduce the blood loss. 
 
 `` Looks like my gang is n't coming through, I'll have to put all of youse responsible for what happen.'' The gang leader has a smirk on his face. 
 
 Maybe it was the eighteen hour shift, or watching his friends die before him, or the blood loss but he became no longer sane. The cart started to scream from the breaks being applied, and as his friends tipped forward from the inertia, he wrapped the dynamite around his right fist. The gang leader was standing in front of a wall of rock, trapped inside but still wanting to spill blood. 
 
 `` Boss... what are you doing?'' Isis says with fear in her throat. 
 
 `` I'm getting the three of you out of here, my shoulder is going to hell if I live through this, but my blood has been drained bad enough for me to unable to walk far. You three get out of here without me or that sonuvabitch.'' Donovan jumps out of the cart 
 
 `` You do n't know that, we'll carry you if we have to, throw the fucking dynamite boss'' Yells out Alphonse. 
 
 `` Fuck it'' Donovan has already started to run. 
 
 Isis grabs the two young ones by the head and dips them into the cart. 
 
 Donovan dodges the gang leaders sword and lands a deep right hook, crashing the thugs head into the rocks. 
 
 There's a ring in the ear of the survivors as they walk out with brown tears streaming down their faces.
