Fenenko and Bessonov ran through the snowy plains, everything on their mission had gone wrong. They dropped to the ground and rolled into an empty trench, avoiding gunshots, the inklings had attacked their base. They grabbed the weapons and almost killed everyone. Fenenko and Bessonov were luck enough to escape. They crawled through the trench, hoping the inklings hadn't seen them go into the trench. They climbed up the dirt wall and kept running, they saw the remaining cars of a fallen train. They rushed over to it, pulling open the metal door and rushing in, they closed the door behind them and brushed the snow off of their jackets. They looked around. This must've been the caboose. They slung their rifles over their shoulders and looked around. Nothing of interest, they heard a door opening behind them. They heard two gunshots ring out from behind them, Bessonov fell to the ground, a bullet in his skull, Fenenko fell next, a bullet piercing his heart, instantly killing him.
AUTHORS NOTE
I am SO sorry this is so short, I lost all interest to keep this story going. But I'll have a new story out soon!
Bye