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The sniper lingered in the spot for some time, but the sound of the machine gun, a powerful noise which overpowered the intermittent shots and occasional explosions, brought him back to the present. The sniper drew his brother’s eyelids to a close and stood hurriedly. He quickly realized his mistake, and the spitting of the gun neared him, the attacker no doubt having found his stature an easy target. He stumbled to the side, just as the machine’s thunderings miraculously slowed. It had run out of ammunition, but for how long? The sniper’s face was contorted in a creased grimace, which showed off two clenched sets of stained teeth. He began to run aimlessly, strengthened by fear and guided by instinct. His mind was elsewhere, …show more content…

In it was water, but it may have already been depleted. He knew nothing remained of the provisions he had brought. But there had to be something. Anything! On reaching the metal flask, the better part of him knew it was empty, and he tapped it. He felt no water shifting within the container. He had to leave. The sniper was in a risky position, wherein he was lucky to even be alive. Suddenly, the sniper was standing, limping, dragging his feet like a dull-minded drunk. Then he was walking, ever quicker, while biting lip and pressing at his fingernails. He raised his head, and saw in the distance a shifting form, a figure, walking towards him, walking away. It seemed to notice him, and the sniper noticed the man. This other man must be an enemy. His better judgment said so, at least. But for some reason, he clung to the desperate, fantastical notion that this man would help him. The sniper had been injured significantly. As the sniper neared the man, or the man approached him, the man’s figure became more distinct. The sniper realized this man, and the smudges that accompanied him which gradually turned into other figures who seemed to multiply with every step were the sniper’s allies. The man waved to the sniper morosely, and the sniper squinted his eyes as he stepped into a cloud which carried the obvious stench of alcohol. The man mimed tossing the sniper a flask which he

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