"The sun's coming up."
Buck stood up slowly, groaning.
"Get up Tara. We need to move."
He stretched his gloved hand towards her, with thin blades of grass stuck to them. His face was dirty, as was hers. Their uniforms were matted with dirt and blood, with blades of grass sticking to their vests and pants. Tara nodded, grabbing Buck's hand, and pulled herself up. She looked around for her beanie, but it was nowhere to be found. All around her, bodies were strewn as far as the eye could see. The carnage stretched for miles.
"Come on. We're not done yet."
Buck turned and began his trek up the hill, occasionally slipping on the grass. Whether it was rain or blood, Tara didn't know, nor did she care. As they climbed, they passed faces of those they knew, or had seen before. Cain. Varus. Jarvan. Riven. Elise. There seemed to be no end to the death that surrounded them. As they reached the summit, Buck drew his pistol, and began moving slower. At the top of the hill sat a communications tower, with a tiny grey shack underneath. Tara paused for a second, pulling her rifle off of her shoulder and replacing the empty cartridge with a fresh magazine.
As they approached the door, Buck began to push up against the walls of the shack, with Tara positioning her rifle towards the door. Buck pulled the pin on two flashbangs, before kicking open the door and throwing both inside. Twin explosions could be heard from inside, and Tara charged in, with Buck at her rear. The inside was empty, except for the smoke emitted from the flashbangs. Their target sat inside on a bench in the deepest corner of the shack. The flare gun. Buck picked it up and walked outside. Clouds blocked the sun, but the flare would certainly light up the drab overhang.
The sound of the flare gun was minimal to the deafening gunfire from earlier. It shot up in the air before exploding brightly in a crimson red. A buzz came from their pockets, and Tara checked her phone.
Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!
A smile spread across their faces as the sound of a helicopter grew louder. Tara dropped to the ground, wheezing from exhaustion. Above, a fleet of helicopters swooped overhead, with one splitting off from the group and landing a good distance away. Buck picked up Tara and grinned.
"We won Tara."
She nodded, smiling weakly.
"Yeah, we did."
