Richard Dreyfus "Every soldier needs to die once."
He was standing with closed eyes, silent, as always. His precious sniper rifle sparkled in rare sunbeams. Richard put his hand at WCK's handgrip, thinking about what if he'll lose his ammo.
Geiger-counter ticked quietly in his pouch. Besides from it, there was only an empty canteen.
"That's how they trained us to survive. Not every soldier can pass through something like I did" - thought Richard.
It was going to become much and much colder.
Richard put on his hood and looked at the faraway ruined city. After that he muttered:
