Wade lay on the floor, clothes torn to shreds and his face painted with blood and bruises.

"Come on." He whispered softly with closed eyes. "Stop being a little pussy and stab me, ideally somewhere there aren't like organs and stuff." He gave an enthusiastic thumbs up as he tucked the grenade inside his hand and sprawled himself out on the floor. You brought the serrated knife up and plunged it into his side. "Fuck... you know, you would think that it would stop hurting after like the hundredth time but damn, it never does." The knife slid deeper until just the hilt remained sticking out of him. "Alright, you go hide." You scuttled away as the hoard of marching footsteps grew louder and more prominent. "I'm not going to look pretty after this, but just kind of scoop me together and I should be alright." He winked with a nervous, anticipatory smile.

You watched nervously as the small group of soldiers swept the dusty, dimly lit room. Wade lay in the middle, lit by the overhanging, flickering light in a pool of his blood. The soldiers surrounded him, guns pointed firmly at his seemingly dead body. One of them spoke into a crackling radio in a language you did not understand, waited for a distorted reply, and then kicked Wade firmly in the ribs. As his lifeless body rolled under his boot the commanding soldier nodded at two of his comrades. One went to each end of Wade and bent down to pick him up as the rest relaxed their weapons and began scouting the room, scarily close to the shadowed corner you were crouched.

"That wasn't very nice now, was it?" Wade's eyes shot open, he pulled the knife from his side and flung it between the ribs of the commander, the other soldiers drew their rifles. "Bye, Bye!" Wade revealed the grenade, pin already pulled and held it proudly in the air. The soldiers tried to dive away but it was too late, with a flash, a bang, and a whirlwind of shrapnel the room became littered with piles of human goo. "Woooooo!" Wade cheered, or at least the half of him that was still connected did. "That was fucking awesome!" You came out from your cover, ears still ringing from the explosion and careful not to get intestines on your new shoes. "Firstly, good job not being exploded, help yourself to whatever is on these guys, you might get a few dollars for those rifles in your local redneck pawnshop... Secondly, would you mind dragging me out of here?"

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Written by Aaron.