[ TT ] ( Dystopia ) You are a sniper in charge of protecting a small community from the dangers of the wastelands . One day , you failed . Describe your failure and what you did afterwards .

`` 47..... I've killed 47. Why did I trust number 48'' 
 
 James sat at the edge of the bell-tower of what was once Charleston. Not the Charleston of the Carolina Federation, but Charleston, New Hampshire, The Haven of Salvation. 
 
 `` It has been 17 months 6 days and 7 hours from the beginning of the Cleansing to the fall of Charleston, and it is my fault.'' 
 
 James leaned against his rifle, and watched the fire lick from building to building. The heat of the inferno burnt against his face. It was only a matter of time before the flames consumed his perch, and he would join the rest of his people. 
 
 `` One left....'' 
 
 He patted the back of the crumpled box that had kept his sacred homemade cigarettes laughing as he did so. 
 
 `` Pfft If I didnt have a lighter I would just have to wait a few minutes!'' 
 
 The city had been safe from the cleansing thanks to marksmen like himself and all the brave soldiers on the wall. 
 
 `` It is uncanny how fast the world turned. It wasnt the infected that caused the collapse. It was man against man. No laws, morals, or kindnesses. If it is me against you. It's me every time.'' 
 
 He takes a long slow drag of the flimsy self-rolled tobacco stick. 
 
 `` COUGH... Why did n't I fire? I've killed before..... but they were a family.. Baby and all.'' 
 
 The fire starts to eat the timbers at the base of the tower. Sweat starts to drip from James' face as he takes another drag. 
 
 `` I understand that they were desperate, but look at Salvation now.....'' 
 
 The tower creaks and snaps. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.'' 

