“Help me! Take my hand, Tommy… Give me my gun! Please Tommy… Please… Together we have a chance! Together, we can still beat the odds! You run… On your own… We’re both done! For the love of heaven, girl… Please!” — Richard Salmons.
He was 27 years old. He was good at his job, an ambitious youngman with splendid projects. Unfortunedly those dreams were dirt. His sole concern was survival.
He was so kind with Tommy, a Morlock. He saved her when Marauders murdered his friends.