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

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

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