>>6530070However,seeing as we were surrounded and that our situation was hopeless,we decided to surrender.Whilst negotiating conditions,I loaded derringers to try for one last push,as we knew the enemy was merciless.Then,we shot the enemy,I signalled for the commander to leave but instead,I was the one that ended up running and they went out in a blaze of
glory.My escape was not unnoticed,and I was chased by another guy through the canal,into a huge hospital-like building where I tried to blend in with a family and talked to a young boy and girl,but then they got
killed.So I ran and ran again,and then I reached the end of the canal(or perhaps it was the start)where,for some reason,it was on a sloped gradient so there was no water where I stood.The guy chased me,I jumped through many obstacles,some potentially deadly,such as squeezing through a table with water and fire surrounding the only exit on both sides.Of course,the table was about the size of myself,so I simply jumped over it,but then,I had reached the end.Panicked,I decided to charge at him and attacked him with all I had.I got him after a long,drawn out and brutal fight.But then,I felt dead inside...what was I supposed to do now.I walked into a bathroom to try and freshen up,looked into one of the mirrors,saw the doctor not dead,but fresh and healthy.(He was the doctor of the family earlier)I bombarded him with questions,but all he did was shake his head and said that I needed more medications.The mirror had some words written on it,then I realised that the whole ordeal was created by myself,I was being chased by my imagination,I had commanded the boy and girl to be thrown to the wolves into the forest for and the bonds I made with the family,were just me talking to myself in a broken down and derelict house abandoned by people fleeing the war a long time
ago.My mission was fake,my team mates were fake,my commander was fake,they had all died a long time ago and were figments of my imagination.I myself was
