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Sekibanki in the desert part 2.
I am dying. Who would have thought that I would die in the middle of a goddamn desert to a yukkuri of all things. The entire group died already, I think.
Shooting the dosu with our heavy machine gun seemed like a good idea at first. Its smug grin disappeared when we riddled it with our 50s and small arms. Oh how it screamed in pain then as its skin ruptured and sweet smelling red filling spilled out.
We thought it was over and done with when the yukkuri dropped and flopped limply at the sand dunes, its filling leaking. Back then we all had a satisfied expression as we can get on our way without that irritating thing.
When our driver was about to take us out of the area, we were suddenly surprised by a keening shout of "shitty human".
When we looked, the same dosu that we thought we killed was right there shouting at us except it appeared uninjured.
We were about to shoot it again, this time with our main gun when a whining sound pierced our ears. Then another whining sound followed.
To our surprise, there were two more dosus looking exactly the same as the one shouting at us with their mouths open emitting rays of light aimed at our tank.
Before we can react it was too late. As we were just about to disembark our hatches were still open after some of the guys checked on the Dosu we thought we took out earlier.
As our hatch was open some of the heat of the dosus' blast ignited our shells and ammunition. Chaos was everywhere inside our tank as those who were not too injured at the time, tried to clamber their way out.
I was lucky to be the one who popped the hatch in the first place so I was able to get out half of my torso when the bullets started cooking off inside the tank.
However my luck was shortlived, a shell ripped through the side of the tank, a dosu blast probably set it off and shrapnel tore at my stomach.
I dropped off the front of the tank and fell to the sand dunes.
My blood spilling as I looked on at my exposed guts. Instinctively. I pulled out my pistol for all the good it will do me but to my surprise none of the dosus were there.
I was able to see from a distance though, one of the dosus bouncing off.
Just before my eyes became too heavy, I was able to glance at the dune where the first dosu fell after we riddled it with bullets. The dosu was clearly not there.
"Why? How?" were the last words that came to my mind as my eyes became like lead and I took my last shallow gasps.
I am dying and this is unfair.