By: Ewan Thomson

What a special day. A month ago I thought I was going to be preforming in my own band, but now that seems like it will never happen. Not if I don’t get to tomorrow. “Hey David, what do you think is gonna happen?”

“Nothing good. I feel like this is my first day all over again. What about you?” David said.

“We’re all going die, to put it plainly,” I replied.

: “Guess that’s a way of putting it, oh no. Sir. Wilmer is at it again.” said David.

“Draco Requeminum, I better not hear you sulking about how bad you’re at surviving wars like this,” Wilmer said.

“Sorry sir, what gives?” I said

Wilmer: “How else am I supposed to boost my ego without yelling at you weaklings?”

“Like you need more ego with that suit of yours,” David replied

“You’re just jealous,” Wilmer spat.

Then at that moment, at that moment, I’m not sure how it all happened so fast but things just went crazy.

Wilmer was on the ground, the pilot was dead, the chopper was falling, and there was blood, too much blood. A massive explosion then proceeded to happen as it blew all of my dead friends, mostly dead, from the front of the chopper to me. At that moment, I knew there was only one thing to do. I would take Wilmer’s body and jump off of the helicopter with Wilmer’s suit equippedwith landing protocol. I saw bullets nearly miss me as I fell. In a few seconds, my limp, flailing body was accelerating upwards as I neared the ground. By the time I got to the ground, I saw that Wilmer had a bullet in through his head.

NO, not like this. I WON’T STAND FOR THIS! I took Sir Wilmer’s powerful suit and Screamed.

“I’M GONNA KILL EVERYONE!!!” said me. And with that, let the bullets rain. 10 soldiers stood before me. Two, dead with a leap and a pound. Four, dead from some well-placedwell placed bullets. Where did the others go?

Then one of the hidden soldiers screamed, “Ewan! We need help!”

I threw a quick hand grenade to finish him, and at the same moment, I felt something hit my ankle. My armor could take most of the hit, but my foot didn’t feel toogood as I felt a dull, mushy pain. I could barely see as the enemy got annihilated from the screams and blood, as I sped up the hill toward a pesky sniper, Ewan Blasting. The infamous godly skilled sniper. More soldiers come out. Bullets sing, and bombs fly, but I keep killing, keep surviving. When I’m almost done, and I approach the last solder, he shoots me in the chink of my elbow. This powerful shot once again damaged me.

“So you’re Ewan” he shoots my helmet. OK, I see how it is. So I Leap at him, but this time, I got blown back by a powerful bullet that completely stops my momentum. I try shooting him, but he is protected by an arrangement of shields lying around and on him. Then, as I reloaded, he shot me in the helmet again. This time creating noticeable damage. If I didn’t end this battle soon, I might die. So I ran wildly, I ran at him like it was the last thing I ever did, and at that moment, I got him.

Ewan: “You won’t survive to tomorrow.” Ewan said.

Draco: “Yes, I will!” Draco said.

His smaller pistols fire, but they can’t do anything. Then I knock Ewan’s head right off. At that moment, I thought I won. I felt an unholy satisfaction come from me crushing every soul that has left their body today. But then a bomb goes off, and I am dead.

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