Chapter 3
Matt-Is it over yet?
Once I got hit with the bullet, I knew it was over. I was so peeved off. I wanted to fight some more! Why couldn't I have fought some more? Just a little bit? Come on, people!
The force blew me off the moving train car. I dropped my gun and fell. I hit some boxes, rolled over, and sank deep into the snow.
How did that Soviet dude know I was American? I was dressed in a Soviet camo, but he saw right through it! do they have X-Ray vision or something? Matt, you just got shot. Stop worrying about camo!
Off in the distance of my mind, I heard someone whispering my name. "Matt?" He/she asked. "Mattie?" I realized it was Jed. "Mattie? C'mon man, don't die!"
I turned my head to him, my eyes half open. "Jed?" I whispered, my voice sounding hoarse and cracked. I didn't dare to say any more, because I tasted the awful copper taste of blood. My hand was covered in it where I had held my wound. 'Help me,' my eyes cried out to Jed. 'Help me!'
"Don't worry, buddy," Jed said as he loaded a gun. "You're gonna be all right." Then he ran off and I closed my eyes. It seemed like it was far away, but I slowly heard the guns stop popping, the guns stop booming, and the men stop screaming. It was peaceful until I heard hushed voices and I felt myself being carried somewhere.
A/N *Ducks punches* Sorry it's so short! I'm suffering from minor writer's block, so don't hit me!