He pulls himself up struggling to stand. He grunts as a sharp pain grabs his right leg. He turns to look at it and can see an open flesh and blood dripping down his leg like a fountain. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We won! We… they let us think we won. The ground was filled with lost limps and corpses. It was a massacre. We lost… we… where did we go wrong? This is the end of earth for a second time.
Temple behind me began to shake from within. Its gird structure crumbled to the floor like a falling mountain. The brass breast plate on his chest slowed him down, throwing him to the floor again and again struggling to get to me. But he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop moving. He strips his breast plate off dropping to the muddy floor in a quiet plat, sound covered by the scream of our own brothers. Don't stop please. Don't…
Fear griped my lungs like a drowning man. Or was it just the blood I kept coughing out. I couldn't tell anymore. I look at the far horizon behind him. The beautiful sun rise climbed over the hills. The bright light shun through the cloud of smoke that filled the sky, to bring a dawn to a new day after our decimation, the last note to our long ode, the last laugh to this tragedy. Some fought back with all they had. Going down in the blaze of glory was all they had left to give. They aimed their fully loaded M-20 Kodiak New Gen rifle like a knight who stayed true till the end with nothing to lose before they would have their heads cut off. Others that weren't bleeding out on the ground ran mad fighting their own.
'No! No…' he screams like a battle cry 'do not give up! I'm coming! You hear me? I'm…' all sound just fades into nothingness like feeling an unexplainable peace at a water fall. The rushing sound brings the sense of chaos but that chaos brings me peace. My abdomen is completely open with my insides outside. The last thing I see before everything fades into nothingness.