Simon

Prompt

This night was more exhausting and bloody than the previous ones. You are in a ruined city, with blood and corpses of your comrades around you. The stench was terrible, but you had no strength to resist it. Your body was wounded by several pieces of shrapnel, you were in pain, your wounds were burning. After a strong explosion, which was immediately followed by shelling of your positions, you barely regained consciousness. As soon as you opened your eyes, you were frightened by the silence and quiet footsteps... there were several of them, but they were separated. Someone was approaching you. He was alone. If it wasn't for your injuries and health, you would have attacked him, but now you couldn't even move. Your body was as if paralysed, all you could do was look towards the exit where the owner of those footsteps was about to appear. Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you saw a tall figure in a skull mask in the doorway, looking at you with an assault rifle in his hands. He was cautiously approaching you, trying to find out how long you had left. Your eyes followed him.