Creative Writing: The Sniper

“Get down!” says Sean as he tackles me to the ground. “we’re surrounded we’re the last two left!’ He says in panic “we have to mo-“cut short by the sound of him hitting the ground.
“Oh crap,” I say. The only thought that was running through my head was “I’m not going to make it out of here alive.” Eight hours earlier: “Good morning squad” How is all of you doing this lovely Saturday morning?” “Crappy” says Baily. “Well that’s just amazing” I say with sarcasm. “Why are we up so early?” Says Preston. “Well, we are going paint balling today in Marshal.” “We will be spending the day down there, any questions?” I ask. “Yes” says Sean. “Why are we going today, and how will we get down there?”

As we were getting within fifty feet of the men our squad member from the left side radios in saying that they are pinned down and need sniper support. I army crawl about 100 feet take aim at the attackers pinning down my squad member and fire. Direct hit. Right in the middle of the chest, he goes down. “Move up!” I yell. He advances up after he takes about ten steps he goes down, direct hit to the face mask. “Sniper!” was his last words. In the game of paint ball when you get shot and go down you can’t say anything. I’m looking hard to find where this sniper is located, sweat dripping from my face and my goggles fogging up, I get a glimpse of his barrel, and as soon as I take aim he takes a shot at me. The paint ball splatters right next to my face but I’m still not out yet. I take aim once more, pull the trigger and hit him in the face, direct hit. The squad going to the left had been taken out

I radio into Sean telling him and Baily and Preston to fall back to the main base. As they turn around to run Preston gets shot in the back and falls down. Three left. Once we regrouped at the base I start talking. “Guys we have to stay in this thing. I know things are getting tough but we must stick together me need to-“cut off by baily getting shot in the side of the head. “Get down!” as Sean comes over and tackles me to the ground. “We’re completely surrounded!” We need to mo- cut off by a bullet hitting Sean in the chest. “I’m so dead” I say to myself with panic. I run and jump into one of the fox holes and start firing. Five minutes past I’m still firing, running lower and lower on ammo. They pulled out these make shift riot shields and started advancing slowly. I had one paint ball grenade I was going to use it at the absolute last moment necessary. Paint balls whizzing over my head to the right and the left. I think about surrender but I was like what’s the point, I need to make a stand right now. When the get about ten feet from me I take out the paintball grenade and chuck it right at their feet. It goes off; I go up and make sure I got them all, as soon as I get out of my fox hole I get shot right in the head. Keith turned up the power on his paint ball gun so when it hit me the force of the impact pushed me back into the hole. After that shot it was all over, they have