Anectodes of an Entaglement

The sound of the gun, putting inside the chamber a single bullet, woke Jack from his daze. God, how much he hated that sound.

The sound of grenades, bullets flying everywhere, and very occasionally a stupid soldier getting himself killed were occurring and reoccurring all around him.

The bolt-action rifle was loaded again.

“Jack, can you smell that?” asked his companion.

She had the stupid smile of arrogance.

“All I smell is death, gunpowder and stupidity”

She gave him a grin.

“Ah yes, the smell of rebellion”

He replied with a crooked grin of his own.

He readjusted his helmet, breathed out, and continued shooting again.

They were very close to the edge now, and it would be hard to make a proper escape.

Some of the people that joined the group had become Hunters, while others remained human, just like Jack. But the jumping to their deaths did not discriminate.

A few more shots and he entered cover again.

She kept laughing maniacally.