The Truth
I walked through the empty room, gathering supplies left behind. My name is GY8-RTY. Or Gin. I don't know how I got where I was. I just woke up one day and set out with my fellow soldiers (maybe precision where exactly he woke up?). I exited the room and headed for the base everyone had set up.
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They were all equipped with the standard armor and guns. I was equipped with a shotgun, different from all the others. I kind of liked that. They had raided the docks earlier, killing anyone and everyone that got in their way. I loved to fight. It was like a hunger. And when I killed I was fed. I was just about to walk up to the commander when enemies raided the base.
I dived behind some cover. I peeked around the corner and shot an enemy in the leg, killing him (maybe that can't kill him. Perhaps you can say 'taking him down' or something). The enemy fired at my position. "Cover me!" I yelled. My comrades nodded and fired. I made a mad dash to the door. "Retreat!" The captain yelled. The door slammed down as I kicked it in.
I ran down the narrow hallway. I could still hear bullets being fired. When I got to the end of the hallway there was a metal door. I couldn't budge it. I had dropped my shotgun. I reached for my pistol. I fired a shot down the hallway, piercing an enemy's neck. He grabbed his neck and fell to the floor.
I fired six more shots; three more bodies hit the ground. I placed an explosive charge on the door and pressed the button. I stepped over the downed door. My radio came on. "Gin, new orders straight from the boss. Destroy any remaining F.E.A.R. operatives. Straight from Paxton Fettel himself!" My radio clicked off.
I ejected the clip and shoved in a new one. It was game time.
