8. A few miles left.
Then blue skies came into view, and the voices of figures I couldn't see. Until one of their heads came into vision. "Soldier, you still there?" A disembodied voice said. "Yes, why?" I said. I heard a murmur of relief, and started to feel again. I was laying in something wet and smelly, it's texture was lumpy and strange. Vomit. Sitting up in horror, I saw more faces. "Where am I?" I asked. "You are almost to the battlefield in a militarised army, we have two miles to walk to get there, are you feeling stable soldier?" The man asked. I then realised it was my army commander, and I nodded, feeling slightly woozy still, but able to aim a gun. "Good, now get up and let's get going. Have a drink though before we walk on, we don't want another thing like that to happen." He barked. Thirstily, I downed some water, and carried on marching towards the battlefield.
We covered the next mile easily, and as we came within range of the battlefield, close enough to hear the others shouting, the commander gave out the guns. As he passed me mine, I gasped in amazement. This was an ATK4 (automated trigger killer 4), and you never saw these guns, not even in military museums. This must be serious, if they were giving these out. They could kill 3 people lined up one behind the other. Then commander signalled as to where we were to go. We all sneaked into our positions and scanned the area for enemies, and there were at least 50. This wasn't going to be an easy war.