Loose Ends

Mud was caked into the soles of Kit's boots. Scars from barbed wire, bullets, every sort of thing imaginable covered his body. Sometimes it felt like a nightmare he'd soon wake up from, other times it felt all too real.
Kit's status as a nobody in a sea of nobodies meant little, he was just another meat shield for the enemy to gun down. As the war goes on, one thing has become abundantly clear to Kit:
His time was running out.