I'd like to announce that Im going to be writing today and ill even provide a small teaser (small)
Malak couldnt keep his eyes from stairing down at his wounds, the infection was slowley making its way up them. He held back a scream of pain, cringing at his efforts. The arbiter looked at him trying to think of a way to save him. Malak staggered foward supporting himself with the empty carbine.
"Go on," Malak said threw clenched teeth. "The great journey waits for no one, not even you."
The arbiter nodded his head while throwing Malak one round of carbine ammo.
Malak barley caught the rounds, dropping to his knees trying to load them. He looked up to the arbiter then down at his rifle. He brought the gun up under his mouth, his sweaty fingers almost slipping on the trigger. Malak felt sick to his stomach, He could feel the infection working his body functions over, persuading them to leave his control.
Malak let out his last mighty roar as his world was taken from him. The last thing he saw was his feild of vision getting higher as the arbiter raised his carbine firing in rapid succesion.
"Intiating directive 7395: DESTROY ALL COMMUNNISTS!"
"Communsim is the very definition of failure!"
"Better dead then Red!"
"Liberty Prime online. Weapons are hot. Objective: To liberate Alaska and destory any and all red chinese communists!"