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Night. All dark, no stars.

The smell of smoke.

The taste of blood and brass shavings in my mouth.

They're all gone now. Lost in the darkness.

My gear is getting heavier. I'm on my last mag.

Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale.

I can see it. I can see a light. 

Hope.

My knees grind as I run.

Click. Click.

I can hear them. They're coming.

My eyes burn. I hear them coming closer.

Run faster. Shoot and move.

Closer closer closer. Too fast. I can't escape.

I'm down. On my stomach. I can't get up.

I feel blood pooling on my back. 

I can feel their presence. Guns cocking.

This is the end. Broken, bleeding, and alone.

I can see their faces.

They all look like me.

Bang.