#WritcoStoryPrompt17
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with him all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his boot strap. He wasn't going out without a fight!
He charged towards Mafaa 😠 planning to stab him but Mafaa held his hand midway and punched his stomach till he fell to the floor.
He touched his mouth, blood. He looked up at Mafaa "f***ing hell, this mo***rf***er is huge. I don't think I can beat him. continuing like this, I'm gonna die soon" he said...