BloodsportJackSEuth

From Create Your Own Story

Leaving the girl suffering would just be unnecessarily cruel. You brace yourself, trying not to think about whether this makes you a murderer or not.

You edge a little closer. The dying girl digs her hands into the mud. She only manages to crawl a few inches while you take aim at the back of her head.

In the distance someone shouts for you to stop, but you ignore it.

You squeeze the trigger three times. The bullets rip into her skull and neck, hidden by a muddied mass of hair.

The figure on the grounds stills.

Resign yourself to life in the Trenches

Bloodsport.
I Am:	Jack S.	I'm In: The Trenches.
I Feel:	Fine.
Kills:	1.