#WritcoStoryPrompt17
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with it all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his boot strap. He wasn't going out without a fight!
And then, just like that, he lost consciousness, hit by a power wave.
He awoke in torment, kicking all his limbs in panic as a nurse was occupied dressing one of his wounds.
- Hey! - she yelled with a strikingly familiar pitch in her cry. - Calm the heck down! - She pressed his chest against the bed, then slapped him. - Calm down - she repeated steadily, apparently seeing he was getting there.
- How...? - he mumbled in a hoarse voice.
She sighed.
- Somebody had to...