They were out there in the dark
somewhere. The shadows I had to seek and destroy. But visibility was low
and I was growing tired. Suddenly, a familiar scent made me sniff the
air. There was no mistaking it. My sworn enemy was just inches away. I
tightened my grip on the trigger and let rip.
She should never have worn that perfume I bought her.
Our orders were simple: shoot to
kill. And we waited, ready to open fire on anything that moved. Now it
was only a matter of time. And then they came, out of nowhere, descending
on us like a swarm of killer bees. Before I knew it, we were fighting
for our lives. It's a battle I'll never forget. We won the the war, but
lost a few good men:
Abdul and Kuan from Finance and Rita from HR.
I sat crouched behind a wall, tense
with fear. I'd never used a gun before and frankly never thought I would.
But war does strange things to men. And before I realized what was happening,
I was out in the open, firing away like a trained professional. I took
out 20 men before I was finally shot.
By my stupid son.