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Rat-tat-tat!
The sharp crackle of gunfire cuts through the darkness, bringing me back to my senses. My brain feels like it’s swimming in a thick, viscous fog.
Groaning, I roll over onto my stomach, almost puking from the agony in my skull. Where’s Jackson? What happened? We were out on patrol and then… f**k!
Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I begin crawling on the sand, away from the gunfire. My whole body hurts, the sand particles pelting my eyes and filling my lungs. I feel like I’m made of sand, my skin ready to dissolve and blow away in the harsh, stinging wind.
More gunfire, then a pained cry.
Fear squeezes my chest. “Jackson?”
“I’m hit.” Jackson’s voice is filled with shock. “Oh, f**k, Kent, they got me.”
“Hang on.” I crawl back toward the gunfire, dragging my usele
