Plight

Gary kneeled on the ground. His eyes faltering to steady as he gathered strength to stand up. His eyes landed at the end of the horizon. Port stumbled down as he struggle to break free from the enemy. Gary raise his handgun, pointing it to the enemy. He pulled the trigger, straight to its head.

The blood spilled on the ground as the bullet pierce through its head. A chunk of brain stain on Port’s clothes. Gary lend him a hand.

“You alright?” Gary asked.

“Yeah. I can still fight.” Port said. He noticed Gary’s concern as he saw his men became weary. No one is dead, yet. But there were a lot of injured. They’re covering each other’s flanks.

“It would take a hundred for me to go down.” Port said.

The enemies are finally dead, but none of them cheered as they could hear continuous screams from the ground. Gary glances from the elevating platform and saw the horrifying enemies climbing from one another on the slope road.

A man shouted, “There’s no end of it!”