Guns Out #10

Josiah, in the injured state he was in, was shot through his neck. Aart could see his eyes, they were lifeless. Aart screamed and shot at the guards, he killed seven before a bullet embedded itself in his arm. Aart didn’t care, he continued shooting and killing. Aart had one bullet left, he shot at a vaguely familiar man. It caught him in his leg, Aart ran at him and tackled him to the ground punching savagely. When he stopped for a moment, noticing his blood on his knuckles dripping down onto the German’s face looked at it. “No! You’re dead, I watched you die!” Aart screamed. “You never saw anyone die, not really at least.” Aart was blown back into a rock from the explosion at his old farm. Sharp pain pierced his leg as shrapnel embedded itself in it. He looked at the German general that was at his old farm, but it wasn’t just him. There was the rebel that died at his farm, all of the Germans he’s seen die or killed himself, Asher, and Josiah. “WHAT IS THIS!” shouted Aart. “An illusion. You are being manipulated Harrison.” “Who is Harrison?!” said Aart through gritted teeth. “You my friend.” replied the general simply. “I’m not your friend.” replied Aart. “Oh well.” said the General as he pulled out his pistol. Suddenly Hew and Damien were kneeling in front of him, he pulled the trigger twice in quick succession. Damien and Hew fell to the ground, but they were standing next to Josiah and Asher. “Goodbye Harrison, see you soon.” The General aimed his gun at Aart and shot him dead.