{Too Angry To Die}
Pain.
That was the first thing he felt.
Not fear. Not hesitation. Just rage.
He got up, his body screaming, his wounds tearing open again.
The monster was still alive.
Emir dragged himself forward, step by agonizing step.
Then—he punched.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Fists raining down like a storm.
Bones cracked—his or the monster's, he couldn't tell.
His vision blurred. Blood poured from his wounds.
Still, he fought.
Still, he refused to die.
His fingers clawed at the ground, pulling himself up.
He got out a minigun.
The weapon was too heavy for him in this state. His arms trembled as he lifted it.
But he fired anyway.
Bullets shredded into the monster's skull.
Click.
Out of ammo.
He tossed the weapon aside, yanked another from the bag.
Bang.
Click.
Another one.
