I'm in a vantage point, a high building, it's WWII. I'm on one side of a large town, the enemy are on the other, trying to advance, 3 battalions of infantry.
There's me and my sniper platoon. We have the entire town rigged with explosives. As the enemy begin to advance, the first go up, the enemy scatter. Over the next 3 days the enemy push forward, slowly. They take heavy casualties as my platoon and I make every bullet count, but slowly, my platoon fall, one by one.
On the third day, we see enemy armour rolling in, I tell everyone that's left to leave, to get out while there is still a chance of survival. I prepare to move and shoot, I have only 34 rounds left. The first 10 thump home on tank commanders and advancing infantry, scattering them.
I move to the next vantage point, up go another set of explosives, I take out a tank, 3 left. Another 3 enemy fall, they stay down, the tanks know roughly where I am now. Shells begin to tear up buildings all around me. I move again, settle, and another 4 fall, but the dust makes it hard, 3 shots go wild. They know where I am now. I run, a wall infront of me disappears, I turn and a shell slams into the ceiling, I am on the floor. Ears ringing, I can't see properly, my head pounds. I hear shouts, boots coming closer, bullets thump into the building I'm in. I move to the next set of detonators, hardly aware of what is happening. I set them all off, this is it, no more moving. I barely here the thunder of the dynamite. More shots.
There are people coming up the stairs, I position myself, and pull out my pistol. Slowly now, they are cautious. 1 comes into my room, he doesn't notice me. I will hide, and try to take more from the rear if I am able to, I think to myself. He goes to leave, then notices a 7.62 casing, shiny on the dusty floor. He looks round, his eyes meet mine and I squeeze the trigger. Shouts, feet hammering all around me. I ready myself, pointing at the door, ready to meet death with a body full of lead.
A grenade rolls in, I shield my head with my arms. The blast leaves me entirley deaf. My arms are full of shrapnel, my face bleeding. I fire wildley at the door. I feel a thump in my left shoulder, it doesn't register, I squeeze the trigger again. 2 more thumps and my body doesn't respond anymore. I blink away some dust try to move my head. I can't. I see a pair of boots, shiny, but with a film of dust. I try to say something, no sound escapes my throat. The boots retreat. I can see nothing but the floor infront of me.
I slowly ebb out of consciousness. That is the end.
