Page 139 of Pretend
Shots and more shots everywhere. They’re coming from us and them.
“Damn it, that fucking hurts!” Rooker yells in pain. “I’ve been shot. I’m hit!”
“Pinche mierda! I’m shot too, brothers.” Lopez agonizes from the far right. But he continues to radio in for support and doesn’t stop returning fire.
I turn to Kane, and he has someone running up on him. He’s the only one who hasn’t been shot. I see two tall figures running up on him. Everyone else is busy keeping the threats away, but I’ve got his six.
Two bullets ring out from my rifle. First on the left side of his head and the second one on the right. Both bullets pierce through the wind, and they go down before they can grab him.
“Fuck, man, thank you!” Kane gratefully shakes. His dark blue eyes are wide and on high alert.
“Thank me with a beer later, loverboy,” I tell him as my grip tightens on my rifle.
He smiles, laughs, and lifts his rifle to his shoulder to fire. But then I feel a bullet stab me in my leg, making me tumble over. I grunt from the pain. The bullet knocks the air from my lungs. The shot forced me to drop my rifle, and I laugh as I watch my favorite color drip out of me.
Fuck that hurt.
“Grim! Fucking move!” Kane’s voice is laced with urgency. I look up as I try to catch my breath. Kane shouts at Grim and jumps to him. But it’s too late. Grim gets shot on the far right side of his chest, making him fall over. Kane takes his spot when he pushes him with his arm, causing Kane to get shot in the chest two times.
Grim gets the energy from God knows where and grabs a grenade from his kit, and throws it a few feet away in front of us from where the shots came from. Loud pained groans follow, and it’s a target hit.
The sound from the blast leaves us all with ringing ears. My entire world feels like it’s going in slow motion. Smoke is everywhere but the fucking bullets don’t stop.
“Give us cover, Creature! Kane is down. He’s down! He’s fucking down! Call for air support now, Tex!”
“They’re on their way already! We have to hold our ground!” Lopez calls out.
“We gotta get back to the ocean!” Rooker orders us as he takes a round to his leg and then his side.
Shit.
He buckles over and grunts. He punches the floor with his gloved balled fist, pissed off. He growls in frustration. “Fucking hell!” He raises his rifle again and looks through his scope.
“How are we going to get to the water?! We’re fucking surrounded!” Lopez shouts at Rooker as Lopez takes another shot in his arm. It sends blood spraying everywhere, and I hold my rifle up and take out five more targets.
We’re all bleeding.
We are all in fucking trouble.
Grim drags Kane back to me. I look down and see that Kane’s been shot straight through his plate and into his heart.
Shit.
“Slaughter. You keep on breathing, brother.” I order him.
You’re going to be alright.
We’re all going to be alright.
He nods and grabs a hold of his chest. The blood is profusely leaking. He’s covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. We all are.
Grim tries to help him, and I’m doing everything I can to breathe as another bullet wounds me in my side. A burning sensation runs through me, and I growl.
“Fuck.” I spit out blood and shake my head twice.
I’ve been shot again, but I won’t stop shooting.
Kane’s voice makes me do a double take.
