Snippet #10414

Lars held the smoking cigarette in his hand. It had been a week since the N.W.A. had dropped the nukes, and about a week and a half since he was dropped off here in this hell-hole. Life at once had seemed really good...then hell broke loose. Nukes fall, war is declared, some jack-ass sits at a control panel ready to obliterate the entire world with the single touch of a button, and Lars was sitting here, doing nothing but smoking, in a trench which resembled those almost used in the previous world wars.
The whole world was going to shit. Italy was about ready to fall, and the N.W.A. was really putting the pressure down on the Allies. Lars flicked away the cigarette. It was then the siren started to sound.

The Russians had come again. Lars didn't stand around. He picked up his rifle and walked to his spot and set up. The Russians had come again with a rather nasty wave this time. They had a battalion of tanks and enough infantry to waltz into Berlin if they were successful. Russia had greater numbers it seemed, but their soldiers were not as skilled in combat as the combined allies. The allies had to take advantage of that, Lars thought to himself.

He took aim and fired a few shots then, got up and looked for a new spot. Such was the life of a sniper.