Prologue: (2Fort) (FemScout)
The sun had rose, but nothing could break the sound of gunfire going on. Even after so many years, none of the sides had come to think "Should we keep going on like this?" But as usual they didn't. "Ready yourselves, Men," A man in a red coat said. "These Worthless, so called Americans think they can get past us." "We've heard you the tenth time, Soldier." Engineer sighed taking his construction hat off and rubbing his balled head as if he had awoken just now. (Which he did just from hearing soldier waking everyone up like if they were at boot camp?) "Let's just get this over with." What are you doing?" "What do you mean, what I'm doing?" "I'm getting ready to fight you freaking dumb." Soldier soon started to yell at her explaining how women shouldn't be in the fight. She heard it a million times so it didn't bother her. A strange noise could be heard a mile away. It was the war siren trying to show the fight had begun. He heard this and went along with it, but he still hold his anger like weight and waited until it was over.
The fight ran long. Each one kept spawning and dying in an endless hell war. Medic hid behind cover in a barn, but still pushing the lever trying to heal his companion. "I still don't know why they keep sending these babies to battle?" Heavy wondered with an evil smile that only madmen could show. "Zet's move!" Medic shouted. He soon heard him and begun to yell as he kept shooting out bullets out of his minigun like a water hose only heaver. Femscout ran out of the barn like a hyped up rabbit drinking ten packs of energy drinks. A voice could be heard out from the other side of the field shouting. "I'm coming at you, Maggots!" He came out and started shoot out rockets. He aimed and shot at the sniper that had hung above the field. He tried to dodge them, ducking, jumping, but at the last second he was hit by the third. His eyes widen, his mouth opened. His body parts went everywhere across the floor. She ran up to the crazy shooting soldier trying to bonk him with her bat, but somehow he kept dodging her attacks it was like if he had read her mind. She had enough and pulled out her scattergun trying to point at his stomach, as she pulled the trigger, he soon pulled out his shotgun to her left side. They both soon shot at each other, both felt justice was served, but also felt the pain of bullets. Heavy's body laid flat on the ground, with an arrow to the head. The Sniper grew a smile as if he like the killing. Medic wanted to go and help her, but he was afraid of getting hit like his comrades. It may have happened to him millions of times, but he still couldn't get over it. He either waited till someone else came out, or leave his friend to rot.