[ WP ] You are protecting the last tree on Earth in a post-nuclear fallout world . Today is the first time in decades you 've seen somebody approach the tree .

`` Stop walking!!'' I yelled. 
 
 The figure in the distance stopped and held up his rifle. I peeked through my scope but could n't get a good look at the person approaching. 
 
 I knelt to one knee and reached into my pack for my better scope. 
 
 The figure started walking towards me again. 
 
 I got back to my feet and shouted again. 
 
 `` NOT ANOTHER STEP!'' I screamed before firing a single shot into the air. 
 
 Only 27 more I thought. 
 
 The figure stopped again and raised his rifle over his head again. He yelled something to me, but I could n't quite make out what he was saying. 
 
 Dammnit. 
 
 I again dropped to a knee and continued digging into my pack for my scope. I kept my sights on the figure while my hand explored my pack. 
 
 The figure began walking toward me again and still was shouting out to me. 
 
 I looked behind me at the tree. This beautiful bastard green in all its glory just stood stubbornly while the rest of the world looked to destroy it. 
 
 I got ahold of my good scope and quickly attached it to my rifle. I wiped the dust from the lense and peeked through at the figure. 
 
 He hardly had any gear on him and his rifle looked like the ones he raiders commonly used. His face was covered by a black bandana. And then I saw it. 
 
 On his jacket was the inscribed insignia of the Globa Aegis crew. 
 
 They had been known to be full of raiders and killers. Not today. 
 
 I wasted no time and line up my shot and fired at the figure. The shot struck him square in his chest and knocked him flat on his back instantly. 
 
 I broke into a sprint toward him. 
 
 When I approached the figure was choking on his own blood. He was reaching into his jacket and I shot him again. 
 
 The shot stopped him for good. 
 
 Inside his jacket I found a short pistol and a small map with a drawing of a tree where I was located. It was circled by a red marker. A note scrawled on the side detailed that the tree was guarded by one sentry. 
 
 A Sentry. I kind of liked the title. I got what I could from the dead man before heading back to the tree for the night. 
 
 The metal plates that made up my treehouse protected me and gave me a vantage point of every direction for miles. 
 
 Before I fell asleep I did my nightly routine and carved on my wall. 
 
 `` Here sleeps the Sentry.'' 
 
 I slept pretty good for the first time in a very long time....
