I could hear the pounding of footsteps around the corner. The faint smell of blood was in the air. My leg was throbbing from where the bullet cut my flesh. Thankfully it didn’t go all the way in my thigh. I sat in the corner of a half broken building with my pistol in hand. My sniper lay without ammo in front of me. I grabbed my dog tag that read Pvt. Sam Jordan. I poked my head out the window still grasping my identity. It was dead silent now and I couldn’t see anything. Then the pounding of footsteps came to the door next to me. I held my pistol up with sweaty hands.
A man ran in. “Sam, oh thank goodness it's you!” Landin said. “You got shot!”
“No it’s just a graze, it didn’t go in.” I said
“Everyone is dead we have to leave and get back to the safe zone.”
“We got pinned a few houses over but I managed to escape before they shot the rockets.”
“I should have been covering you guys!” I yelled in frustration.
“What happened?” Landin asked.
“I don’t know, maybe a stray bullet. I didn’t see anyone.”
“Do you need help up?”
“No it’s alright.”
I stood up to a jolt of pain in my left leg. Some blood flowed out seeping through my pants. I had no medical supplies to help clean or stich the wound. I picked up my Barrett almost falling over. We walked out the door and down three flights of stairs. We tried moving quietly but quickly. Landin was smaller and faster than I was, though I wasn’t tall either at 5’11. Though what he lacked in height he made up for in strength.
The streets were dusty with broken houses packed on the sides. Garbishter was a broken down city outside of the capital of Carvor. It was a good looking city until the war found it. The military of Carvor, or better known as TMC, was large and ruthless. When it comes to war they go crazy like a pack of starving dogs and a piece of meat.
“How far are we into the city?” I asked.
“We are on the far side of the city so we will have to walk through at least three miles of city then across the small part of the desert since we have no more Humvee’s.” He said.
“How much ammo you got?” I asked.
“Only a clip for my M4 and two clips for my M9.” He said. “How about you?”
“No sniper ammo but two clips for my M9.” I said. “Could we call for a chopper or something?”
“Nobody is that crazy and besides we don’t have a radio.” He said in dismay.
I looked ahead down the dusty pathway. I didn’t feel like we could make it. It would take a day or two just to get out of the city safely. Then we would need water for the smaller trek across sand. Landin walked to a door and peered in.
“We should probably raid some houses for food.” He suggested.
“Good idea, but we will also need ammo.” I said. I looked down at my leg, “and some medicine.”