QIII

Bullets sing past my ears...
One finds me in the chest
Blood spurts from my wounds
And pounds in my brain…
I scream expletives...
more at myself than at the enemy..
for i have fallen prey..
I carry the wounds and flee...
Flee from gore-thirsty vectors...
licking at flesh and tearing bones
turning comrades to Ash…

I scan through the haze
Spy Major camping in a corner
And bring crosshair and head in line
Depress…
blood spurts in a singular bright rainbow...

HEADSHOT!!!

Redemption…

I love quake III