Blood slowly drops into the snow and stains it a bright red. You listen in fear as sirens begin to sound out, their deadly sound reaching for miles upon miles of land. As screaming of what seem to be orders grows louder as the crunch of snow grows closer, you force yourself to shut up and deal with the pain. You glance around in fear as you watch soldiers of the enemy scatter, when suddenly, your staring down the barrel of a weapon American scum! Why shouldn't I kill you?!
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2~Shayna~
20/09/2024
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21/09/2024