(Pneumonia)
There was once a radio transmission, and it went something like this.
Robbie: Robbie again, just checking to see if everything's ok. Is Craig there
Craig: This is Craig, I read you loud and and clear Rob. What's the news
Robbie: This weather is getting worse and worse by the second, there's no way I can land on the mini-base, if anything I'm landing on the elevated platform by the Main Base
Craig: Are you kidding? The Main base is a death trap, there's no way we can get through there to the platform
Robbie: Sorry man, it's the only place I can land in this shitstorm
Then the radio transmission ended.
Billy had heard the whole thing. He was in the storage compound in the east wing of the fort. In front of him was a broken-but-still-barely working radio system that had picked up on Craig and the pilot's transmission.
An evil grinned cross Billy's features as he devised a plan based on the conversation he had just heard.
The main base is going to be a lot harder to get through once I'm done wit...., Billy's thoughts were cut off as he fell into a set of violent coughs.
Shit, not again.
For the last few hours, he'd been gripped by a terrible cold. His own fault for spending so much time hiding outside.
He coughed for a few minutes, his lungs on fire, his hands shivering.
And then it was over again.
He tried to collect himself but knew that it was only a short matter of time before the coughs returned.
Now is not the time to be getting sick..... now is not the time...
Billy grabbed some more one of his explosives from off the table in front of him. He left the compound and started to make his way to the main base, where he'd plant his last set of bombs.
Once outside, the rain hit him like the full blast from a turret gun. It soaked him within a matter of seconds and his thin green coat wasn't providing much shielding from the onslaught. Slowly, he trudged his way across the grounds to his destination.
He was halfway there, when another set of violent coughs overtook him, this time so strong that he was forced down to his knees. The detonator dropped from his hands and clattered to the ground.--------
Over an hour later, Billy had finished planting his bombs. But instead of heading back to the east compound like he had planned, he was lying sprawled out in front of the main doorway of the main base, shivering uncontrollably.
The pain was to much for him now..... and everytime he started coughing he had to stay in one place to keep from toppling over.
This isn't happening to me.....
For the first time, all his scheming, his plots of revenge, his hatred, all the wrongs he'd done, seemed so trivial. All he could think about now was the pain that each cough brought to his lungs.
He was sick,, and as he struggled back to his feet, and desperately staggered back towards the mini-base, he thought of how useless all the bombs and all his anger were now that he was going to die by a simple cold......