Slumping down,Winter gazed vacantly at the river of corpses, blood oozing from her wounds as her vision is starting to blur. She glanced your way, a fellow soldier who's also on the ground.

"Hah, my lousy aim wasn't so lousy today, Looks like we're the last ones here"

"It's ironic, taking my last breath on the winter I was born. May i ask for your name comrade."