19 Injured 34 dead.” Mike yelled into the walkie. “We need an evac… NOW!” “Bravo Tango 72. Hold out for another 3 hours and have you a evac.” The walkie yelled back. “We only have 4 left!” Mike pleaded.”Bravo Tango 72. We are unable to send an evac before 3 hours.” “Fuck you!” Mike yelled.
He turned off the radio. “Uhh sir.” asked Tasah. “What!” Mike spat back. “The radar is picking up reading.” Tasah replied. “Threat level?” “Seven.”

“Jatorea get on the machine gun NOW!” “Alright.” I replied. I walked over to the M8-97 and sat down. The other got ready for the chaos that will ensue. “THE PHANTOMS…  THERE HERE!!!” Someone yelled. I aimed the machine gun, I held down the trigger. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Went the machine gun, sending 20mm bullets towards the horrid monsters. The others fired their rifles at the phantoms. “NO! NO! PLEASE AHHGHHH!!” Screamed Tasah. I Aimed the gun towards the phantom killing her, and fired. The monster was torn in half, intestines strewn across the ground. “Tasah!” I screamed. No reply. She is dead. I screamed “FUCKKKK YOUUUU!!!!” BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!. Head after head, I exploded every one of them. Brains were flying everywhere. “SHIT, SHIT, I’M OUT OF MAGS!!” yelled Mike. He whipped out his tomahawk. One of the phantoms tackled Mike and started to slash him out. “Mike NO” I yelled. I fired the machine gun into the demon. I sawed its legs off, shards of bone hit me. I aimed higher at the target, ripping its torso into chunks of ugly pulp. “MIKE!” I shouted. “Yeah, I only took one slash… THANK YOU JAT!” Just keep sending these phantoms to hell, where they belong. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Hold down this trigger, then they all die… EVERY LAST DAMN MOTHER FUCKER!!!