Creative Writing: The Sniper

“Get down!” says Sean as he tackles me to the ground. “we’re surrounded we’re the last two left!’ He says in panic “we have to mo-“cut short by the sound of him hitting the ground.
“Oh crap,” I say. The only thought that was running through my head was “I’m not going to make it out of here alive.” Eight hours earlier: “Good morning squad” How is all of you doing this lovely Saturday morning?” “Crappy” says Baily. “Well that’s just amazing” I say with sarcasm. “Why are we up so early?” Says Preston. “Well, we are going paint balling today in Marshal.” “We will be spending the day down there, any questions?” I ask. “Yes” says Sean. “Why are we going today, and how will we get down there?”

“Your dad will be taking us.” “Oh aright that makes scene” “So everyone get your gear together and my mom will take us to Sean’s house so that his dad can take us.” Twenty five or so minutes later my mom takes us to Sean’s. At Sean’s we talk to his dad to make sure that we are still good for going paintballing today. He says we are but the he would only take us if he could bring some of his friends who paint ball like every weekend. We agreed to the terms and all of us were thinking in our heads how could a bunch of old people beat us? We pack up the van and head up. Thirty minutes later we reach our location. “Everybody out” says Keith Sean’s dad. We set all of our gear out on the ground to make sure we have everything that we needed for the day, this included water, food, ammo, vests, helmets, things of that nature. We waited for about twenty minutes or so for his friends to arrive. We were not ready for what we were about to see. “You think your dad’s friends will really be that hard?” I ask. Sean then says, “You will see, they are probably the toughest bunch of men you will ever face in your life.” They finally pulled up. Three big red suvs. The first of twelve men step out, he was a big bulky guy weighing about two hundred pounds and about six foot three. The other men were all around the same weight and height. To be completely honest it was probably one of the scariest experiences I have been through. Anyways, the rules were simple run around the woods and find everyone on the opposing team and eliminate them. One shot and you’re out unless you are revived by a medic. We got our paint ball guns loaded and headed to our side of the woods. See our plan was too set up a base and wait for them to come to us. “Ok guys take some of these branches and make a square base about thirteen feet in length and after you guys are done come and get me, I’m going to go in that tree over there and keep watch in the sniper stand.” About fifteen minutes later Sean runs over to me and tells me the base of the base is complete. I tell him next to dig fox holes in like a circular formation so that all of our flanks are protected.
In the whole time that we were making our preparations the team of men was already half way to us by that time. They only sent two men up to scout out the area, the were unware that I was up in a tree watching their every move. About two hundred yards out they stopped, curious I looked through my scope on my gun to see what was going on. Apparently, they knew where and they were getting ready for the big attack. Keith told one of his “snipers” to take out his son Sean. Not a single shot has been fired yet. I called my sniper Preston to come up in the sniper stand with me and start making a plan on how to move and get them. Our plan was simple, advance up both the right and left sides and have two snipers up the middle. We started our advance forward towards them.
We were trying to be as quiet as possible and try not to get spotted.

As we were getting within fifty feet of the men our squad member from the left side radios in saying that they are pinned down and need sniper support. I army crawl about 100 feet take aim at the attackers pinning down my squad member and fire. Direct hit. Right in the middle of the chest, he goes down. “Move up!” I yell. He advances up after he takes about ten steps he goes down, direct hit to the face mask. “Sniper!” was his last words. In the game of paint ball when you get shot and go down you can’t say anything. I’m looking hard to find where this sniper is located, sweat dripping from my face and my goggles fogging up, I get a glimpse of his barrel, and as soon as I take aim he takes a shot at me. The paint ball splatters right next to my face but I’m still not out yet. I take aim once more, pull the trigger and hit him in the face, direct hit. The squad going to the left had been taken out

completely.
We have taken out two of them and they have taken out four of us.

I radio into Sean telling him and Baily and Preston to fall back to the main base. As they turn around to run Preston gets shot in the back and falls down. Three left. Once we regrouped at the base I start talking. “Guys we have to stay in this thing. I know things are getting tough but we must stick together me need to-“cut off by baily getting shot in the side of the head. “Get down!” as Sean comes over and tackles me to the ground. “We’re completely surrounded!” We need to mo- cut off by a bullet hitting Sean in the chest. “I’m so dead” I say to myself with panic. I run and jump into one of the fox holes and start firing. Five minutes past I’m still firing, running lower and lower on ammo. They pulled out these make shift riot shields and started advancing slowly. I had one paint ball grenade I was going to use it at the absolute last moment necessary. Paint balls whizzing over my head to the right and the left. I think about surrender but I was like what’s the point, I need to make a stand right now. When the get about ten feet from me I take out the paintball grenade and chuck it right at their feet. It goes off; I go up and make sure I got them all, as soon as I get out of my fox hole I get shot right in the head. Keith turned up the power on his paint ball gun so when it hit me the force of the impact pushed me back into the hole. After that shot it was all over, they have

won.