[ WP ] I checked my weapon . One bullet left . Just enough to do what needed to be done .

I had made it. 
 
 Five lay dead in the courtyard with their bodies sprawled about like dummies in a storage locker of a prop warehouse. I had made it. 
 
 I checked my weapon. Magazine empty, one in the chamber, just enough to do what needed to be done. 
 
 I heard him before I saw him. Slashing his knife against the walls, taunting me to come out and play. I holstered my glock and pulled out my knife and began slashing the box next to me. 
 
 It was then he hopped around the corner, repeatedly slashing his knife, jumping from side to side. I emerged from behind my hiding spot in the courtyard and began to mimic his moves. 
 
 We danced among the dead slashing our knives back and forth getting closer and closer. 
 
 Before he could react I put away my knife, removed my hidden glock, and shot him straight between the eyes. Headshot. 
 
 His body dropped to the ground joining his fellow clan. I walked over and stood above his lifeless body. 
 
 Crouch, crouch, crouch, crouch, crouch, crouch. 
 
 I had done what needed to be done. 
 
 - /r/expiredcheese 

