Shooting a mess load of soldiers taking you in for a crime you didn't commit, but escape swiftly and run.
and when your armed and ready, you meet a never ending onslaught coming at you as you try and shoot as many as you can, taxing your endurance and will every shot, you feel the recoil of every bullet of your automatic, until finally your luck runs out as you slowly fall to the ground coverd in blood, looking at the dozens of men you killed.
you slowly and painfully breathe breath after breath until your body loses it's strength, and while your gasping your breath, a dark silhouette comes, makes a flash and it ends
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