SAS3 - Last StandSAS3 – Last StandSAS3 - Last Stand by ~alagon1
I grow tired. My hands are still shoving in the deadly bullets which keep my enemies at bay. My trusted rifle, overheating yet still pushing itself to continue protecting its master. I am fatigued, I cannot go on, but my body still forces me to continue. Never in my life has my armor been so heavy and the wounds so painful. The last drop of adrenaline has long gone and my eyes are slowly closing yet the agonizing screams of the undead and the ringing of the cartridges, as they hit each other, keep me from being stolen by the goddess of sleep, yet it feels like a battle between my life and death as I keep refilling my magazine.
My orders were simple, protect the safe house, yet this is may be my end. Why did I enlist in this elite squad anyway? I guess it's because I wasn't missed, nobody would miss me if I died. I used to have a family, but they died when i was a child. I was a soldier ever since. Even My trusted squad, which were like brothers to me, have