andrewq6100
03-31-2015, 07:05 PM
Bullets flying overhead, only two of us left, holy **** this is a **** storm. I look to my right and check on Tony, he looks to be fine. The bullets are still whizzing past, this sandbag barricade can only hold us for so long. Damn I shouldn't have packed so much stuff with me. As I pull my weight up and re-adjust my pack, I pull out my chrome .45 ruger from its holster, admiring it for a quick moment before I get distracted. *BOOM* "I need some ****ing cover over here dude!" Tony yells out. I close my eyes say a quick hail mary and then prop myself upon the bag and take aim. As I look upon the treeline I feel as if time slows down and the bullets become visible. The enemies approaching slow their movements as I line up my cross hairs. I take the first shot, boom, one down. The second shot I take actually grazes one of the bullets mid air, damn. I fire three, four, then five more shots disposing of the enemies quick as a fox. My vision starts to hazen up again and my headache subdues;time returns to normal. I duck back to cover and look to Tony and say, "There ****face, I just cleaned the **** storm." Tony looks to me and laughs. We both check our gear and then check for any survivors before we dispatch them. We gear up and continue moving south into the forest. "Damn I'm not looking forward to this." I mutter to myself.
written while at work bored. hopefully someone finds it cool!
written while at work bored. hopefully someone finds it cool!