I run.

As fast as I can. Even though I can't. I'm bleeding. Staining the snow underneath me. The pain in my leg is awful. It stings. I try to ignore it and run, away from anyone's view. If the snipers see me once again, they're going to aim straight for the head. No wonder how I managed to survive this bullet.

I'm serving in the army. The place we were left at was near the mountain. Snowy mountains. It was snowing heavily in the dense forest. My fellow soldiers were with me, until they were not. I should have climbed the mountain with them, not behind them. I wouldn't have gotten lost.

Before i could try and contact them, out of nowhere i heard a loud bullet. Took a second to realise it was aimed at me and had teared my leg. Theres a sniper nearby. I had to escape before they shoot again.

Trees. And snow. Snow everywhere. That's all I can see as I run lIke a madman. My leg begins hurting more but I promise myself to not stop.

When my legs give up, i let myself fall on the ground. I hope, i think, i'm far enough now. After catching my breath i look down at my leg. What a bloody mess. I need to fix this as soon as i can.

The last thing i remember was trying to take the bullet out. Then it was pain and blood. Somehow after managing to take it out using my dagger, i wrap it up using some cloth. That felt better. I checked my pockets. Shoot. I dont have my gun with me. Well, atleast i got a dagger. I hope i wont need to use it.

after some time, i get up. with quite difficulty. But i cant stay here, someone might come after me. Groaning and panting, i start walking. Dragging my injured leg with me. Then it hits me. It freezing here. I didn't notice the cold until now. I cover my face with my cloth mask, hoping that would save me from some cold.

I suddenly remember. My friends. They can help me. They can help me for sure. I frantically reach for the walkie talkie in my pocket. Oh, its still there. Goodness. I quickly push the button and mumble some words eagerly. No response. Again, i call out some of their names. Nope. Nothing. After countless tries, i give up. i probably ran too far away. Too far from anyone to find me. Too far from anyone to help me. The only person who can help me now. Is me.

I feel a lump forming in my throat. I shake my head. Tell myself its not a big deal, and start walking mindlessly. Without looking back.

I walk. And walk. Pant and sigh. Stop and sob and walk. and walk more. I keeping walking, even though i dont know where im headed. i walk until i see a peculiar yet familiar color. Red. Red doesn't belong in the snow... Not in an unknown part of a snowy forest. I remember bleeding miles way back. I couldnt possibly have circled back to the same place. Most certainly not. And i didn't even bleed THIS much.

Its a whole pool of blood. Its not mine.