71|Fuck Everything Else

~Rylee~

Three oil tankers lined the side of the fence. I threw my last grenade on the one at the center. It blew up, followed by the other two tankers, creating three mushroom smoke in the air.

I made it through the series of warehouses from the west side. Now I had to cross the field sheltering dumped cars, trailer trucks, and vans to get to the deserted office building on the east. There were fewer places I could use for protection here and more chances for the enemy searching party to get a good aim at me.

The sun was already up, casting light into everything around me, making it rather challenging to sneak and hide from Dominguez and Suarez’s men.

I pressed my back onto a trailer truck, heaving a breath as I checked the magazine of my M16, frowning. Only one bullet left. I heaved a deep breath, throat parched and my soles blistered from all the running I’d done. Halfway through the abandoned mill, I took down thirty men, yet fellows who wanted me dead multiplied like germs unde