Chapter 1: 1
*FUCK*
I couldnt escape. I was done for. I turned and tried to run, stumbling, bleeding, panicking. A shot rang out. The report echoing off the walls, shooting past my ears. I stumbled and nearly fell, clutching at my leg. Giving up, I turned and decided I had gone far enough. Resigned to my fate, I sat down, agony surging through me.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a talisman. Looking at it I remembered the only person to show me any love. She was a woman a few years older than me. I had lived in different foster homes for most of my life until finally getting a reasonable home, before that was cruelly put a stop to by an armed robber. Ever since that day, I had lost it. I didn't care anymore. That culminated in me getting myself into this mess. I realised too late what a mistake I'd made. But it was too late. I took out a pistol. I checked the magazine with practised hands. 5 shots. 'I'll take some of the bastards with me.' I swore to myself.
A soldier barreled around the corner. Dressed in black and fully armed, the shock in his eyes was good to see. This quickly changed to a cruel delight when he thought I'd given up. Quickly putting a stop to that, my gun barked once, and the shock returned. He fell, but his death attracted other soldiers. Suddenly pain enveloped me. if I could still think, I would see that my head had imploded. trapped in my own thoughts a sniper had taken his chance.
The pain ended almost immediately afterwards, and I stopped thinking.