Ambush (Story No. 4)
You load the last of your ammunition into your gun. You know you’re surrounded; enemies on every side of you. There is no doubt that they will win. The last of your team was cut down by a barrage of enemy fire. It had been an ambush. One of your teammates was hit in the head; another was pelted in the stomach. Neither would be able to help you now. The last one hit - the point man for the team - could be heard whimpering on the ground. It was just you and your unseen enemies. In the confusion caused by the shooting, the assailants managed to escape into the forest. No doubt they were still nearby, waiting to attack again. You heard an odd rustling in the bushes directly behind you. Wasting no time, you empty the gun, firing into the bushes. You’re rewarded with a painful sounding yelp, followed by a string of swear words. On your other side, two bodies jump out of the underbrush. Too late, you realize your fatal mistake. You are completely out of ammunition. Before you could even turn around, they both unload their guns, landing shots all up and down your backside. The pain is worse than you had thought it would be. You had been shot before, on several occasions, but it never hurt this much. Trying not to shout in pain, so as to not give your enemies the pleasure of hearing it, you reach back to inspect the wound to your bum. The area is tender. You look at your hand, and, upon seeing the green substance, swear to yourself that you’ll never play naked paintball again.