I walk the dead road, finding the helms and blades of the fallen. They are defeated, I could only do one thing now. I ran up, blade in one hand shotgun in the other, to where a explosion is happening. I slay the coward, leaving a trail of crimson liquid, that to the child in front of me. I took upon the dog tags she was holding, if only she wasn't a twelve year old. I hear from my outpost the sound of a old man yelling. I run to the crippled stone tower to find my comrade being sprayed with bullets. I am quick to fire at the 30 men. I defeat ten of them with my two shots, quick to the sword I smite them. I see a cowarding soldier of a once citizen of my kingdom. I let him go to fight the good fight with me.
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