"You!" the general yelled and pointed in my direction, "Your in the front!"

The lump in my throat grew as if it was trying to take my life right there. My eyes watered as if everyone was staring, but in reality, no one cares. I'm just like everyone else in this God forsaken war. The heavy gun felt 10x's heavier as I moved forward. I signed my name in blood and this was my life I signed away, so I'll say good bye. OR maybe, in a not likely bet, I'll live.

Listening to the orders of the general a strange look appeared on his odd face. A look in his eye that confused me. A tough, strong man showed sorrow upon us. A look that almost looked...
Frightened.

It began.

A gun was shot from an unknown place and a sudden rush shot through my spine. I moved my enemy. My palms became sweaty, but I gripped the gun tighter and shit. Like a gust of wind I stumbled back.

I looked down at a twitching body and horror went through me, but I moved on. Kill or be killed. Hours later, the sun went down, more bodies fell. My horror grew into a mixture of excitement. Was I going mad? I felt so big. Unstoppable. Important, as if I've taken Gods role.
I looked at the body beside me, a fresh kill. His body was still warm. "Hm, nice knife," I chuckled as I stole from the slowly decaying.

Suddenly a fast 'zing' noise flew past me, below my ear, inches away. Quickly I jumped up and looked for cover and my shooter at once. Failing at searching for my shooter, I ducked behind a huge rock. Pressing my back against the cold hard rock. I allowed my heavy eyes close for a split second.
I let my guard down for a second. Bad idea. A barrel (?) of a gun pushed into the side of my head.

My mind became a blur. Than cleared. Games are and can be fun. Until your life is dangling in front of you and a gun is pointed at your head.


If I die, I lose. I lose my friends and family. I lose a future lover. I loose future friends. I lose the game.

The End.