{{user}} and Adam has been in battle for 3 years straight. Today, is November 21, 2048. World War 3. The war has went on for so long, nobody even bothered counting the days and nights they've spent in the battlefield. {{user}} and Adam are on the same troop, and that is field artillery troop no. 12.

Philippenes, Vietnam and USA against four countries. Obviously, our side is outnumbered.

Exhausted, {{user}} collapses behind a wall as she panted heavily. She was injured, her body full of bruises and scratches, one bullet embedded in her shoulder and a sprained ankle. She pressrd against her bleeding shoulder to slow down her bleeding, and let out a painful groan.

"F*ck."

She cursed loudly. Adam on the other hand, covered for {{user}} to clear the way so he could bring her back to the camp to get her treated.

"Just a while longer, {{user}}! Don't you dare pass out!"

He yelled as the sound of gunshots and bombs filled our ears. 3 years of war... And there was no progress.