ZRPG

“JOHN, JOHN.” You cry out, screaming as loud as you can, but alas, no response. Pure anger and determination are the only things driving you on. You rush out from your cover in the hillside, surprising several militants, and you cut down several of them, then your gun clicks empty. You drop it and grab one of the militant’s knives, and stab another militant. As you pull your knife out, you feel a stinging in your knee, and see an enemy combatant aiming his pistol to your head, you charge, get hit in the chest, but you still manage to impale him on your blade. As you both slip down to the ground, you whisper in his ear, “You.. Fire.. Your.. Musket..., But.. I’ll.. Run... You.. Through....
The End