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He inched over to me behind the woman soldier’s back, and said softly, and close to my ear, “It’s probably just noth-” but was cut off by the blood curdling sound of a gun being fired. Behind Roy, I saw the woman fall flat on her back, a bullet hole between her two dagger eyes. My heart dropped, my jaw flew open, and I suddenly felt sick. A pool of red blood began to surround her head. The sunlight danced and shimmered on the liquid surface. Roy turned his head away from me, and gaped at the body. A soldier to the left of the lifeless woman gagged, and vomited onto the ground. One hand was grabbing his abdomen, and the other supporting him up so he wouldn't fall in his own puke. Just a few seconds later, I was encompassed by the horrible sound of gunshots. I blinked to get my head straight, and tightened my grip on the M16 in my hands. I pressed the stock to my front shoulder, and leaned my cheek on the surface. I knelt down on one knee and saw that others were already doing the same. I glimpsed to my left at Roy, who had his weapon in place. We were then hurriedly given the order to fire at any person that we knew for sure was an ISIS member, armed with a weapon or suicide belt. My breaths came in short, shaky bursts, with fear coursing through my veins. All of a sudden, from behind homes and other buildings, men emerged with black balaclavas, and large jackets, probably stuffed with a bullet proof vest and ammunition, maybe even a few grenades. Shots were fired from both sides. I was about to shoot some rounds from my own M16, but somehow, Roy was in front of me. “Roy! Get out of my way!” I shouted at him. “No,” he said shortly over the shots. A low growl-like sound escaped my lips. I wouldn't let him do this- not for me. I wasn't worth it.

“Move!” I yelled as harshly as I

could manage.

He turned his head slightly around to see me, both surprise and determination etched on his face. I took my chance, and ran straight toward him. I rammed my shoulder into his with

My breaths came in short, shaky bursts, with fear coursing through my veins.

all the force that I could muster. He stumbled from his half crouching, half standing position. I was now in front of him, and I began firing at the black-clothed

ISIS members. I felt the steady pop pop of the M16 against me. A rush of eagerness to protect Roy overtook my senses, although my fears of losing both him and Claire were not diminished. From the corner of my eye, I saw a man in black take out a grenade. He pulled out the pin, and threw the thing toward our soldiers. However, it hit a house. before it exploded, that hitting the house was exactly his intention. The explosion sent me barreling into Roy, who was behind me. My helmet flew off and my mouse brown hair was undone from its low bun, causing a chaotic mess. Shrapnel slashed into my bare arms, easily ripping through the skin in a jagged way. A burning sensation filled me as the pain raced through me. Roy hit the ground hard, and I did too, falling on top of him. He let out a cry of pure agony. The wind was knocked out of me and dust was a caught in my throat, but I quickly rolled over to see what had happened. I hastily tucked my loose hair behind my ears. I scanned his face and arms. He had a couple gashes, but nothing serious. I looked over at his legs, and my breath stopped in my dust coated throat. Poor aiming. I thought to myself. But then, I realized, the moment

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