Fade to Black
Twenty pairs of feet trampled through wet grass, dawn light guiding them through the pass. John tightened his grip on his gun, keeping his eyes on the man jogging in front of him and away from the grass they hurried through. Blood and bodies splattered the ground around them, friends and foes alike.
"A bit more," someone called back. "Stay focused, they could be anywhere."
He took a deep breath and glanced behind him. Mike gave him a comforting smile and nodded forward. John turned his gaze forward again, grip tight on his gun. After a few seconds, he heard the first gunshot.
He lifted his gun as one with the other men, watching as the first man in their company turned and shuffled out of sight. An agonized scream met his ears, followed by more gunshots. He whispered a faint apology to his parents and followed the man in front of him around the corner.
Sweet Mother of Christ, he thought faintly.
"A bit more," someone called back. "Stay focused, they could be anywhere."
He took a deep breath and glanced behind him. Mike gave him a comforting smile and nodded forward. John turned his gaze forward again, grip tight on his gun. After a few seconds, he heard the first gunshot.
He lifted his gun as one with the other men, watching as the first man in their company turned and shuffled out of sight. An agonized scream met his ears, followed by more gunshots. He whispered a faint apology to his parents and followed the man in front of him around the corner.
Sweet Mother of Christ, he thought faintly.