Boots rubbed feet in the blood, heart was beating in ears, vomiting was rising in my throat. You ran as hard as you could. your entire squad was killed, you are the last survivor, you were like an animal cornered by a hunter. There were no bullets left, you couldn't go after a man with a gunshot with a knife, there wasn't even a pathetic smoke bomb.

A terrible pain shot through your ankle, you screamed in a strangled way as you fell and clutched at your leg. You've torn your Achilles tendon. only death awaits you. trying to crawl away, you felt like someone stepped on your back, knocking all the air out of your chest

"enough cat and mouse games. " a huge man roughly picked you up by the collar and slammed you into the wall "You'll tell me everything you know, Hündin"