"Life really sucks sometimes,"Alex whispered as he ducked behind the dumpster not a moment too soon, as the wall behind him became riddled with bullets. He stuck his head out, shot three times, and hit his mark twice, once in the leg, once in the
chest. " One down, four to go," Alex thought grimly, as he reloaded his Beretta. He was starting to get low on ammunition so he'd have to make these next two clips really count. He jumped, startled, as another round of bullets found their way over his head and into the wall. When the gunfire stopped, he stepped out again and took out two more men, using only five bullets. "Two left," he said aloud, without even realizing it. He prepared himself, as the bullets slammed above him, with some getting awfully close to hitting him, to finish off the last of them. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out one more time, shot twice, killing one man and turned to the other. But, realizing too late, the other man hasn't shot earlier and was now leveling his AR-15 with Alex's chest. Alex shot quickly, but not quick enough, as he felt the bullets rip straight through him like paper. He collapsed to the ground, bleeding out, and fading in and out of consciousness. As he eventually slipped into unconsciousness, he faintly heard one more gunshot, before everything went dark.
