Move. Move. Move.
Ears ringing. Blood pumping.
Gun jumping. Receiver greasy.
Glasses foggy. Sweat dripping.
Move. Move. Move.
Dirt flying. Body heavy.
Shots whistling. Shots snapping.
Tracers glowing. Ears ringing.
Move. Move. Move.
Gun jumping. Bodies dropping.
Dead weight. Strings cut.
Screaming. Confusion.
Move. Move. Move.
Explosion. Silence.
Am I dead?
Heart pounding. Ears ringing.
Sweat dripping. I wake up.
Move. Move. Move.
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