is this the end

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I was up against a tree holding my wound. I looked around seeing body parts all around me. I called out. Nothing I called out again. I heard someone. I knew it was my enemy by the way they spoke. I stayed their still as I could eyes closed. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. They stopped. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. An AK-47 right in my face. I put my hands up their I was restrained. I see the bud of the gun coming straight for my face than nothing.

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