#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 bootstrap. He wasn't going out without a fight!
With adrenaline rushing through his veins, he grasped the knife tightly, his knuckles turning white with determination.
The enemy was closing in, their shouts echoing through the dense forest. He knew he had only...