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Baekhyun remembers just like it's yesterday, when the Gossamers raided Earth and killed all the young, leaving the elders to fend for themselves. It was the only time he had ever really seen his deadbeat of a dad kicking down The Cabinet, and arming himself with a load of ammunition; a M249 slung around his back while checking upon his shot belt.



"Listen, son," He glances over at Baekhyun, fingers furiously loading up his MK23. "There are only three rules to survival."



Now that he's placed in the very same disposition, a sick grin is splayed on Baekhyun's lips just as he locks his target, fingers tightening on the trigger of his ISR-300.



"Rule number one, forgive your own sins."


There is no God in war. Only the strongest, and the weakest. everyone over in this game of death and you will be God.



The butterflies in his stomach from before have all seem to be ignited into flames as Baekhyun hits his first target, the recoil from his gun hitting him harder than he could have expected. He is unable to see what it exactly is, but it morphs into some form of ed over mutant dog. "Son of a ," he curses under his breath, wincing at the scream far off East.



"Rule number two, there are no friends on the battlefield."



Baekhyun hears everything. From the explosives his allies are setting off ten miles down South, to the silent footsteps of a Ultima knight seven feet off. His heart is beating dangerously fast, but his fingers are speaking of a different story.

A large shadow looms above Baekhyun as he looks up, coming eye-to-eye with the silver, putrid matter. Only wincing, Baekhyun sneers and shakes his head in disgust before stuffing the barrel of his gun down the Ultima's throat, shooting a dosage of Antisoma. He rolls away from his previous camping spot, expression grim while he checks on the remaining ammunition in his pack.



"Rule number three, kill those motherers out there and protect what you love."

He was down to the filler of his cigarette and had finished loading up all his guns, leaving nothing but the silhouette of a worn down man saying his last goodbyes.



A soft pat on Baekhyun's back knocks him out of his reverie, turning around and immediately raising his almost-empty pistol up to the other's head. It takes three seconds before a slight look of guilt overtakes him as it turns into one of relief, throwing himself onto the taller male with a broken laughter.
 

"Chanyeol."

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