"Bro, sorry about this." The man standing behind him uttered in a low voice into his ear, before tossing him under a nearby tree to sit.
"I, I think I'm dying…"
The sniper struggled to speak, looking at the unwarrantedly thin and dark man who'd suddenly attacked him. He was clad in green camouflage, the kind used by the Army. He was blinking confusingly, as if he had no clue about what just transpired.
Logically, aside from the female warriors surviving in the wild, there should only be their platoon of male warriors on the island. But they were all Marines, and their uniforms bore the oceanic camouflage. The appearance of this man, symbolizing the army, was perplexing to him.
"I know you're dying." The dark man squatted down in front of him, with a kind smile on his face. "But first, we have some questions for you."
The sniper blinked in confusion.
We...?
Just as he was about to ask, he froze, suddenly mute. Looking behind the dark soldier, his eyes widened in shock.
