There were gunshots, two shots and two dead men out front, just In from the initial sweep of the village outscirts. We hadn't found anyone and had just started searching in earnest for those that we had proof were still there, that's when all hell broke lose there was only one man, but there's no way that he was alone, fighting a twenty strong band of well trained and equipped mercenaries these days, let alone a five man one, not alone, but he did and he did it real well, thats what scared me, not the violence and brutality.
We had started ransacking, looting and burning the village, I was lucky to get thrown into one of the burning houses, that gave me a way out. I looked back to see if we had started winning just to see marckovin, our heaviest armored guy, get run through, spun then decapitated, and I just ran, stole a bike then made my way back here. Thought I escaped, turns out he was just let me lead him to the boss.
Now I will die, out of options and cornered, a most sad and dishonerable figure I now am, dieing an inglorious death of a rat caut in it's own trap, my home ablaze, fighting to save even a shread of dignity to die fighting, to no avail all is fear, all is terror, all is destroyed all is death and now this thief, this rat must die for his failure.
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These are really interesting. Great job There are a few grammar errors like "outscirt" is supposed to be "outskirt" and "caut" is supposed to be "caught" [spoiler]sorry that haven't added these to my archive yet. The section yours goes in ran out of space, and I haven't gotten the time to make an expansion post. But I'll take care of it as soon as I can[/spoiler]