On a damaged mountain, there was a man laying down, brown hair and eyes, 5'11, with okay looks, he was wearing a white shirt, a black hoodie with it being mostly burn out off, the shirt being half, and leaving burn marks exposed. His pants were mostly torn or burn off, on his right leg was cut off, while her right leg was bleeding due to deep slashes.
He was laying by a corpse, most of the black hair on the corpse had been burnt off, her face hard to recognize, most of the clothes on her body being destroyed, her arms are still intact but damaged heavily while her left leg is completely gone and her right leg is halved.
Jacob later there for minutes not saying anything, then he said with slight grin "guess I can't smile at this one now can I." His face went to a blank expression.
A couple minutes later he started crying a little.
"I want to ask why" he said with little tears coming from his eyes and trying to keep up a smile.
"Why do I even bother" he I said trying to hold back his sadness.
Few minutes pass.
"We could've had each other" he said trying to get up while trying to hold backs his crying.