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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!
The people behind him were all afraid. Mothers held their malnourished children tightly as they backed away with the others. Some gazed at their sons and daughters' terrified faces and prayed that it wouldn't be the last time they'd see each other in one piece. Injured men forced their aching bodies to stand up, willing themselves to fight until the very end.
However, the predators remained cold and merciless. They slowly surrounded the battered group, engulfing them in utter despair and hopelessness. Their sharp jaws and gigantic pincers picked off people who were caught off-guard until the group was reduced to a measly number of 8 people.
An injured man with one...
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!
The people behind him were all afraid. Mothers held their malnourished children tightly as they backed away with the others. Some gazed at their sons and daughters' terrified faces and prayed that it wouldn't be the last time they'd see each other in one piece. Injured men forced their aching bodies to stand up, willing themselves to fight until the very end.
However, the predators remained cold and merciless. They slowly surrounded the battered group, engulfing them in utter despair and hopelessness. Their sharp jaws and gigantic pincers picked off people who were caught off-guard until the group was reduced to a measly number of 8 people.
An injured man with one...
