- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
the troop gather around, some nervous, others ready to proform their duity. i stand in front of them, look each of them in the eye. i turn to one, his eyes down sweat dripping from his brow. there are no words i can say that will make him feel better about his situation, chances are he wont make it out, odds are none of us will.
the shotgun feels like home in my hands, the weight of it, the sound of the shell slipping into place, i wrachet the grip and prepare for the doors to open.........when they do i see nothing but flood.