Free
"No way back!" Winston shouts, I hold my tight to my gun. They are here, it is fight, or, fight.
"Four o'clock, watch out!" gunshots start again, we are low on ammo. I reload my gun, noticing the blood on my hand. Yeah, ten hours. We've been here for ten hours, on high alert the whole time.
We lost almost everyone, six left, six.
Five
Four
Three
It's the final countdown…
Who's next?
"Cover me!"
"Reloading!"
"I'm hit! I repeat~"
"Splash-"
Two
I wipe off the blood on my face, it's Nick, his head is now what looks like a bunch of mustard and ketchup mixed together. Now it is me and Winston, with our last struggle.
"If we don't make it," Winston says to me, calm, no fear. "I don't regret this, I don't-"
"Boom!"
Grenade, they are very close to us now. I feel dizzy, I'm cold, it is raining.
Winston collapses, "Winston!" I bite my lip, until I taste blood. Salty.
I throw away my rifle, no bullets. I pull out my pistol and take down another man before a move towards Winston.
"I'm hit, I'm hit…"
He mumbles under his breath, "I guess this is it? Heh, I don't regret having a teammate like you, cough cough~"
He is on the edge of death, with his last breath he hands me his gun. "Go get them, for me…"
Gunshots ring in my ears, I turn around, take down two before I collapse into the west, cold ground. So this is how it feels, this is how it all ends.
But if there is another chance, if I have another opportunity to start again, how will I choose?
I am too tired, too tired to think.
Two figures with rifles show up, bang, bang. Then, there is silence…
I am floating in complete darkness, I am flying, no longer dragging that body. My mind is finally free…
"Soul, lost soul" I hear voices around me, there is light again. "Finally! After all the waiting, he is perfect!"
Who? Who is talking? I look around and find myself inside somewhere that's like a prison. Prison for souls.
"Does not matter whether he is perfect."
A louder voice speaks, a female voice, sounding familiar somehow but also far away.
Memories rush into my head, and the question appears in front of me. WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART AS A SOUL KEEPER?
I am chosen, it's time for me to make a choice.
To be continued…