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It should have been obvious that a battle with guns wouldn't be easy nor a walk in the park. The signs were always there, and yet Val always chose to ignore them. Death was to be expected in this, so the shock shouldn't have happened. The freezing in place should have been left at home.
Val couldn't move, frozen in place as bodies dropped like flies around him along with empty bullet shells. Currently the word 'coward' would be perfect to describe him at this moment. He continued to play dead to avoid the grim reaper as be thought to himself 'If I didn't followed that stupid fucking Australian—'
His fist balled up onto the grass below him, praying for the gunfire to stop. Eventually it did. Silence filled his ears as he slowly got off the ground. The world around him was dark and empty. The dead bodies that once covered the ground were now replaced by clones of himself. ‘Shit no no no. Not again. Please God not again!’
Val woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing heavily and his heart pounded in his chest. The door to his quarters slowly opened as a familiar voice spoke softly to him “You alright in there? I heard screaming.” Val rubbed his eyes and simply replied with a groan. Val heard the door close and his bed became heavier. “Alex please… ‘m trying to sleep.” Val groaned, covering his face with a pillow only for it to be snatched away. "Val… It's 8am." Alex crossed his arm as he stared down Val.
Val shot up out of bed "You're lying—" Val looked at his clock '08:00' it read. Val ran his hand through his hair "How the fuck is it 8am?!" He turned to Alex and pointed to his door "You know the deal." He gently pushed the taller male out of his room. Val looked into the mirror next to his bed. The dark sleepless bags under his eyes were a constant reminder that this loop of his will never end.
With all the strength he could muster, Val changed into his uniform. He looked one last time into the mirror before exiting his private quarters and into the bloody death filled life he chose.