Epilogue
The three remaining soldiers crested the rise they saw Mikhail fall behind. The useless lump was sitting in the grassy dirt lane between two tall buildings, holding his leg. As they side stepped down some rubble towards him he caught sight of them.
"Help! I'm here!" he yelled, waving an arm.
"Shutup you dumbfuck!" Pavel hissed.
They hoped Pavel had wounded the demon enough to seek easier prey somewhere else, but that was no guarantee.
Pavel made his way to the entitled brat while Vasily and Lesnitsky took up positions around the perimeter. Vasily shook his head ruefully as he heard Mikhail say "hurry, hurry, hurry please" and dug into his coat pocket for a cigarette. As he went to pull them out he felt himself get whipped around and heard a belated crack as he fell to the rubble beneath him.
"Prosho! Fuck! It's the Nazis!" He heard Pavel's voice in the distance, drowned by the repetitious staccato of gunfire from the windows above him.
"Lesnitsky run!"
Vasily felt no pain. But rather a powerful pinching feeling throughout his left side. He had fallen with his legs elevated above his head on the rubble and he knew the warmth and wetness he felt collecting around his neck was his own blood. He was still watching Pavel try and find cover and wondering how they were going to get out of here when his eyes closed forever.
