18 July 2012
The soft carpet crushed under my military boots. The muffle echoing off the walls. I tread lighter. Up ahead there's an air vent. It's open, hanging off its hinges. Swinging expectantly. I peer down it. The flash light on my gun illuminates all the corners. It's clear. I squeez through the small opening into the slightly bigger corridor. It's cramped but I'll have to put up with it. Crawling along for what seems like an hour I think about life. What's the point? I can't think of one. I stick to crawling. Thinking was never my strong point. I just shoot. Soon a sound reaches my ears. Faint but just hearable I raise my gun, ready for the enemy. A sharp click pierces the silence. I hear a thud thud thud. Then I look down. "Fuck." The grenade explodes.
Game Over
Sudden Death Part 2 • Opuss № I