[ WP ] Flowers grew where she walked , only to be burned away in the footsteps of him who followed .

Flowers sprung from the ground, bursting through the harden ice and snow. Warren looked at the flowers as they grew with an endless vitality before gradually wilting. After a moments pause they grew back, spreading outwards from the original footsteps. Warren raised his gun, a makeshift flame thrower, and began burning them. 
 
 Something went wrong. Warren thought. 
 
 Warren walked with a steady pace as he followed the foot prints. He burned every single footprint containing signs of life with a quick burst of his gun. His aim was slightly off due to the painkillers he was on, but that was the price he paid for cutting off his left arm. Suddenly he felt pain slowly returning to his left stump, so he wolfed down several pills. The time between his consumption of medication was shortening, as the vitality in his blood was getting stronger. But before he could deal with this problem, he had to deal with her. 
 
 He suddenly stopped when spying a gradual pulse of light from an opening of a cave. 
 
 He check his gear. His asbestos lined suit had several punctures, but it should last him. The problem was the ethanol for his gun was running low. He quickly pulled out a syringe and filled it with the remains of his supply. 
 
 He knew it had to end here, but he was unsure if he could do it. 
 
 As he walked into the cave he saw a young women, crying into her hands. She radiated warmth throughout the cave as her body glowed with a pale yellow light. Seeing her again had brought several tears to Warren ’ s eyes, but he had suppressed himself from any bark of emotion. 
 
 “ Who are you? No… go away, ” she yelled. 
 
 He wanted to run to her and say everything would be okay. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her. He wanted to take her away from here, bring back her memories and fix her…but he knew there was no way. 
 
 “ It ’ s my fault. I had to have you back. But you ’ re too strong. Everything you touch lives too strongly, and then it begins to die, ” he confessed. 
 
 He walked to her slowly, but he could see that she trusted him. Something in that body remembered him, even if she consciously did not. 
 
 He grasped and held her tight. They both shared a stare into each other ’ s eyes, until she removed his protective mask to get a better look. His face began to tingle, but he did not care. He pressed his lips to hers for a kiss, and she pulled him closer. 
 
 He then plunged the syringe into her back. 
 
 She shuddered as her back hummed and shot a beam of light. Then she fell onto the ground, body crumbling before him. 
 
 He began bawling his eyes out, the taste of her lips still in his mind. His skin tightened, and his eyesight began to fade. He could feel how the vitality that initially strengthened him in her presence, was now slowly burning his life away. 
 
 In the morning the other scientists would find an old man ’ s corpse, but tonight as he long as he stayed sane he would grieve. 

