Final Stand


I feel fear. I know the end is close. Trapped in this unholy place, I fight but my strength is deserting me. The enemy, relentless, cold, calculating. They start to surround me, they sense victory is close, I see nothing but death in their lifeless eyes. I fall to one knee but rise once more. I must not show them weakness even till the very end. My armour stained with blood, not all of it mine. My sword grows heavy in my hand. I have killed many of their number only to watch as many more step over the corpses of the fallen, they come with a speed and ferocity inconceivable to the human mind. My sight grows dim. They close in for the kill. My computer flashes. At last I have a name for my nightmare. I whisper it through gritted teeth. Booma.