[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

Adam walked under the blinding sun, nothing but the weight of his burden for company. His single line of footprints stretched back for a mile. He didn ’ t care much; the winds would veil them before anyone could see. The man ran a hand through his greying hair and grimaced. Trudging through sand and heat was a job for the youngsters, not retired generals. Of course, that was the point, wasn ’ t it? 
 
 The old soldier found a rocky spot on a ridge that fit his criteria. Covert, with a wide area of sight and a clean getaway route. Adam clicked open the latches on his gun case and produced a series of black, mechanical-looking parts. He assembled the silenced rifle with deft speed, fastening the pieces together with precision honed by years of war. When the weapon was complete, the man dropped to a prone position. And waited. 
 
 Firing too early would have been idiotic. Far too noticeable. Sure, the soldiers from both sides were already rushing toward each other. But he waited for the chaos. He waited for the explosions, the screams, the blood and the carnage. Only then would he take aim. 
 
 When his deed was finished, the punch of recoil still fresh in his shoulder, Adam hurriedly packed his weapon and fled. He could already feel strength seeping into his legs as he ran. He glanced at the back of his hand, the skin beginning to smooth and donning a health glow. One more life, stolen. The not-so-old man spared a quick prayer for the recipient of his bullet ’ s farewell, the one who ’ d given him all their potential years. Yet, he knew he would never be caught. A young soldier lying dead in the sand was all too common these days. 

