I wiped my brow as I checked my zeroing: 800 meters. I was lying on the hill north of the Eastern Airfield overlooking the paved runway with my trusty hunting rifle, watching a group of six men loot the hangars. These were the monsters who had brutally murdered my long-time partner only hours ago. Anger coursed through my veins as the one who had pulled the trigger came into my view. I set the center of my scope on my chest, and held my breath. I wrapped my finger around the and trigger, but hesitated for a brief moment.
Could I really do it? Could I really kill a man?
A tear crept down my cheek as I thought about my dead friend. I pulled the trigger.
In the half a second it took to end to a man's life, I caught the sight of an enormous explosion rising into the air above Klen Mountain.
Distracted, my bullet missed it's target by a millimeter, only grazing the man's face. He fell backwards unconscious, but was still very much alive. What the hell had just happened? I has heard rumors of a survivor camp that had been established at the peak of Klen but had never had the chance to venture all the way up the mountain. A low rumbling grew louder as I saw three specks in the distance. Looking through my scope I discovered them to be American A10 bombers. They were getting closer!
I threw my rifle aside and whipped out my revolver, aiming, firing, and hitting one of the A10 pilots as they zoomed by overhead and out of my sight. Perhaps I had killed him, perhaps not. But the six men at the hangars were running my way, and it was now my time to leave.
//tl;dr: took down a10 with revolver
//Rolle: how about... no?