My first tf2 story... I know it's short but read and review?


This sucks.

But no matter how much I wish I wasn't, I'm lying here on the battlefield waiting. I'm not really sure what I'm waiting for. Help? The medic? I don't know if even he could help me now.

I mean fuck. Here I am lying on my side coated in a full inch of mud. I can smell blood. I wish it was someone else's, but I know it's mine. Strange. Just a few minutes ago, I was in agony. A wild spray of bullets hit me and I fell from what must have been close to 30 feet. I know my bones are broken, my organs are crushed and I'm bleeding from so many places. But all I can feel is my cap awkwardly sticking into my head and a trickle of blood stream from my mouth.

I try to move, make myself comfortable, but I can't. I can't move. I should be panicking, but I'm not. The buzzing from my broken headset is bothering me more than the possibility that I may never get up. That I, the invincible Scout of the blue team, am dying.

And what for? Some endless war that we fight everyday for no reason other than that we're told to? Well fuck that, 'cause it isn't worth this.

I feel my heartbeat become slower, weaker, I see shadows dancing in the corners of my vision and distant sounds fade to nothing. I didn't even realise before but tears are streaming down my face. I'm crying but I don't care anymore.

My eyes close and I feel my heart stutter and stop as my mind just drifts away.

Dying sucks.