Dead

First word of my daily writing thing. As in, every day I have a word topic, and I write for ten minutes based off that.

I leaped over the concrete barrier in front of our base, gun in hand, as I started sprinting for the enemy lines. As I passed a tree, bullets shoot through it, with a splintering of wood. I roll, before crouching and looking down my scope to try find the one who had shot at me. Nothing. That was sneaky.

I continued running over the grassy landscape, keeping an eye out for any other shooters. Where was my team? I needed them. Suddenly, I could hear bullets overhead. Seeing where the flash was coming from, I fired back, the recoil making me point my heavy gun upwards a bit. I don't know if I had hit him, but the firing had stopped. I continue running, and as I passed over a hill, I saw a small, concrete base. That's what I was heading for. I ran in a zig-zag, in case anybody was trying to snipe me. As I got closer, I began to hear shooting again. But not near me. I turn my head, and see a member of my squad and an enemy shooting at each other. My team mate fell. I shot the guy who had killed my team mate. He fell, just like my team mate did. I ran to the wall of the base, and look for the entrance. Too late. With a bullet to the back, I was dead. I sighed, as I readied to press the 'respawn' button, to begin again.