It was a cold and chilly morning, he could see his breath in the air in a mist. As he walked down a crumbly ruined street he stopped for a quick breather and heard a faint but audible sound. The sound was a rock accidentally knocked over but by what he thought a person or is it the enemy or is it a.... !BANG! The sound of a rifle was audible all around the ruined neighborhood and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of a rifle being reloaded with a fresh new round. Mickhial was staring out his foxhole he had just killed another fascist and pulled out a pocketknife to carve a notch in the butt of the rifle. He didn't feel sick to the stomach over the life he had just took but he felt like, he had at target practice, peace and contentment. He looked up from his notch and noticed 2 figures moving in the distance toward his direction. More fascists. He quickly picked up his rifle aimed and just before he fired he froze something big was coming his way it had tracks.
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