Bullets fly past you in a blurry faze. Adrenaline pumps through your body as you run past fallen soldiers and through the hot woods. Other soldiers yell out commands and warnings, trying to help others stay alive as they fight through the chaos. Your boots stomp through the mud as you push forward, unwilling to give up.
"Keep going!" You yell, trying to urge your fellow soldiers forward. They continue on, trying to stay alive. Grenades fly by, blowing up somewhere behind you. You fly forward, slamming roughly to the ground.
You stop breathing for a moment, the oxygen getting knocked out of your lungs. Your ears ring as you lay on the ground, dazed.
"Get up! You have to get up!" John, your training partner yells as he pulls you up. His voice comes across dully. You stare at him in confusion as he carries you to safety. You stumble over your feet as you follow him, your ears slowly returning to normal.
Time seems to slow down as John jerks backwards, falling to the ground. You yell as name as you lean down, holding onto him. Your hands move over his body as you search for the bullet. You apply pressure to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"You're going to be okay. I promise," you yell, tears filling your eyes as you try your best to save him. He smiles as he looks up at you.
He's going to stay alive no matter what.
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