He looked at her, her slight frame shivering with fear, her fists clenched in apprehension as she pondered what to do next. XXX Somehow, the thought of being pestered and maligned by little kids incensed him, and made the anger which he had carried inside him this entire battle boil over: he didn’t want to be here, shooting at nameless faceless vagrants who were just too greedy to be happy with their own land, and too stupid to know when to quit. At least that’s what he believed. Why didn’t they just give up and admit defeat? He looked around at the rubbish and bodies around him: it was mostly broken niceties which had no part in a war, things like broken furniture, damaged electronics, discarded toys. He locked his new magazine into his rifle and ran off after it.
