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#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! For those in his memory stood as reminders of why he couldnt kneel. Dust settles with undead and abominations of the past shrieking at him for the feast to come. Tattered and tormented he breathes heavily preparing for the end with only a knife on top of a slanted skyscraper. The undead lunge at him at every direction with no way out for him as he screams at the top his lungs. Unseen, unheard, and unbroken he disappears into the pitch black under the abyss in silence.
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! For those in his memory stood as reminders of why he couldnt kneel. Dust settles with undead and abominations of the past shrieking at him for the feast to come. Tattered and tormented he breathes heavily preparing for the end with only a knife on top of a slanted skyscraper. The undead lunge at him at every direction with no way out for him as he screams at the top his lungs. Unseen, unheard, and unbroken he disappears into the pitch black under the abyss in silence.
