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E and E
It's over I'm done. Lungs burning, legs jelly. Each step brings A new level of pain. I need to stop for a minute, Just one minute. Stopping however, Is not an option. Delivery is essential. Lives depend on my Continual forward movement. Sounds of men and machines Drift in on the wind. Must keep moving. Attempts at diversion and distraction Seem to have proven futile. The weather is a blessing. Overcast skies render The ever-present eye in the sky Ineffective. A single shot Snaps me back to attention - To reality. I must push on Keep moving, Fighting against my body And my will. Where exactly am I? How much farther? Fatigue and darkness Disguise once familiar terrain. My pursuit is closing. Must keep moving Commands now clearly heard From just over the last ridge. It won't be long now Until I'm overtaken. Must keep moving. Wait, what is that? I know this place. Not too far now, Just a few more minutes. Shots increase in frequency. Zips and snaps swarm Around my head. Nearby trees explode Sending woody shrapnel Into my side and face. Must keep moving. So close now, I can see my objective. Shouldn't there be help here? Where are they? Am I in the right place? One final surge One last push. ...umph... Oh no.
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