NOT DEAD YET
By InfinityBravado
PROLOGUE: ALIVE
Razor could only feel his hands on his M4 SOPMOD at first,as bullets were riddling the building that he was trapped in. It took him another few seconds before the blood in his body started to circulate again. He realized that he could only wait for the enemy patrol to stop shooting and move on. So, he sat and waited, scared shitless, for eight minutes. Then it stopped. Waiting for a few seconds, peering out of a small bullet hole in one of the gray, cement walls, he decided that the coast was clear. He tried his comms radio. "Razor to Overwatch…do you copy?" he whispered. Nothing came over. He tried again. "Razor…to…Overwatch…do you copy?" Nothing. Damn, he thought, looks like I'm going to have to find a way to get out of this myself.
Checking his ammo, he moved out of the bullet-ridden building. Holy shit, they put 50 cal. rounds in there…if I weren't in the spot I was in I would have turned out a mangled carcass. It was dark outside. It was raining. It seemed to be early morning. He began to recount what happened before he ended up here. My squad were deployed yesterday morning…we had the task of dismantling the Punjabi Militia from the inside. We were all good until some skinnies spotted our helicopter…one of them had an RPG and it all went to hell. He continued walking slowly across an open field. Then, a bright light flashed over.
It all happened fast. Razor fell to the ground, started shooting wildly at the light. He could hear the screams of agony clearly through the rain. Direct hits, he thought. He got up and started to run. Skinnies started to pop up, firing their AK's at him. He shot back, with more accuracy. He killed most of them. "YOU WILL BE DEAD AMERICAN!" One of them yelled. Chechen, he thought. Why are they here? That thought would have to sit for a while. He had to get out alive first. He ran out of the field and into the open, keeping his pace until he reached a cliff. He looked over it. Water. It might have been an ocean, a lake, a river, maybe even a canal, but Razor didn't care. He was surrounded, and he figured he'd rather break some bones than get shot and die. So, he jumped. The water felt like hitting cement when he hit it. But he was just glad to be alive. He still had a chance. And he wasn't going to fail.