He had managed to do it. Cut the fence, book it. He ran through the field, not minding the wheat slapping him in the face as he did so. All he cared about was running.
The sounds of gunfire rang out behind him. He growled, forcing himself to run faster. He wasn't going back if he could help it. He would give his other eye if he thought it would help him escape. He could just barely see the border of the battle field, and a wave of relief washed over him. He was so close.
He had been so close. A single headshot had done him in, merely feet away from the border. If the headshot had missed, he would have escaped. But it didn't, so he didn't. The RED Sniper lowered his rifle, a grin spreading across his face.
"Ha, see if he tries that again, bloody idiot."
Demo sat up in the respawn room, gasping. He put a hand to his missing eye as it began to hurt, as it typically did when he respawned. Once he realized where he was, rage overcame him. He stood and slammed his hand down on the bench he h