I had my back against the cavern walls, my eyes fixated at the entrance of the cavern, rifle at the ready. I was on first watch that night while my mates hung back deeper in to get some rest. The fire that we had kept alive to keep warm and serve as our only source of light was getting steadily dimmer and I saw the shadows of the night creep closer as if an animal sneaking up on it's prey.
As I sat there keeping watch, I heard someone coming up from the cavern. I shrugged it off as I knew it was about time for someone else to keep watch. We greeted each other and I turned around and headed into the cavern for some rest.
As I walked through the winding tunnels of the cavern and I finally reached my designated resting spot. The intricate design of the cavern only came into being after months of digging out places to keep safe from them and the bombs that were falling.
I set aside my rifle and laid down to rest.
I woke up several hours later to the sounds of my mates shouting something obscene. I went out into the main cavern and saw them gathered around a body on the floor. I rushed to their side and I saw that the body did not belong to one of us. I asked them where they had found the body and upon discovering the body was found not too far from the cavern entrance, I set off right away because I feared that whatever killed this person was close and could sneak in and cause untold havoc in here.
I rushed to my "room" grabbed my rifle and ran out. One of my mates followed suit and in no less than five minutes we were out of the cavern and into the lightly forested area outside. The two of us stealthily approached the area where the body was found. As our destination became closer and closer, the familiar smell of death began to fill the air.
Suddenly I heard the sound of lightning and a flash of light, I hit the floor and I glanced back to see if my mate had done the same. He was standing there rooted on the spot, clutching his chest, staring at me. He opened his mouth trying to say something but then another shot was fired and he was hit in the head, taken by death's cold embrace before he could speak a word.
I frantically looked around for the source of the bullets but I could make non out. I crawled to my mate's body and took his dogtags off. I then immediately stood up and too flight. I heard no shots being fired so I ran as fast as my feet could take me. As I sped along the forest, the cavern was beginning to be in my sight so I picked up my pace. Suddenly an arm came out from behind a tree and I was clothelined to the floor.
A man came from behind the tree, I recognized him as the man who replaced me during my watch kast night. His rifle hanging on his back. He stepped over me and put his knee on my chest. He looked into my eyes with disgust and pulled a knife out from his pocket. He stabbed me in the gut and then moved in close. "Die" he whispered into my ear as he pulled out the knife from my gut and proceeded to stab me over and over again.
I felt my life steadily flowing away from me as Death came to claim me, with my last few gasping breaths, I managed to see him stand up and aim his rifle to make sure I was dead. I died before he did his last dastardly deed .
Bored , No story, just crapping, might reexplore this story at a later date
