[ WP ] You are one of the last two humans on earth . You are both men , your wounds are getting worse ...

`` I will win, I will win...'' I kept repeating to myself as I looked out from the window. My rifle had been responsible for countless deaths, but it needed at least 1 more. It was unlikely that the rest of the world had many survivors other than the two of us. Bombs had dropped almost everywhere, and even I was starting to feel the effects of radiation sickness. 
 
 `` Show yourself you Catholic piece of shit...'' I growled. I heard the stairs outside my apartment door creek. I immediately turned around and started shooting the wall where my enemy had inevitably managed to sneak up behind. He started shooting through the wall as well. He hit me in the stomach, but I hit him in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his gun and fall to the ground. 
 
 `` Wait!'' he cried out. `` Why are we fighting? For two kings who are probably both dead by now? For an empire that no longer exists?'' 
 
 I did not care about his last whinings. `` Boy, this war has been going on since 1618. And now I am winning it,'' I said just before shooting him through the head. I sat on the ground, bullet in my gut and dying of more wounds and radiation than any man should have to endure, especially not the new protestant emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. The war of attrition had been won.
