Gas and Grab

The loud firing of the machine guns went on and on, Anya and Cole plucking off one Locust after the next. Just then Cole had an unfortunate turn of events as the *click* of his gun went silent, “Shit! Anya I’m out.”

Anya kept pouring out bullet after bullet, watching the Locust closing in on her position, “Last mag for me!” she replied as the bullets drained out of her rifle.

When her gun made the depressing sound that Cole’s did just seconds ago, they turned to each other and nodded, “I guess we gonna have some relaxation now!” Cole said to Anya with a smile on his face, both of them revving up their chainsaws.

But it was not meant to be, as the first *tink* of a grenade hit right beside them, followed by another and another. They just stared at each other before the loud *POOF* exploded. It wasn’t the normal frags they were expecting, but a dark and cloudy smoke that filled all around them. “What the fuck!” yelled Cole as his vision soon gave way to the dark abyss.

Anya watched as her comrade hit the ground hard, “Cole….it…was…gas...” she eked out before falling next to him. Their lifeless bodies unable to continue the fight.