Zero Dark Thirty


What time is it? What's going on?!
Fire alarm? Run-get out!
Stairs, stairs, stairs
~Ground attack in sector bravo one~

I'm going to die today.
Explosions, sirens, bullets, running, hiding
What's going on?

Our feet could only move so fast- Don't push me!
I don't need clothes- just go.
Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall

I can hear the bullets flying, don't get shot!
Find shelter, find cover, go!
Follow the crowd to the bunker.

"Security Forces- Let's get to work!"
oh no.. I don't want to go back out there. - RUN.

"Cannot connect call" - I can't call anyone?
HE'S BLEEDING- He's okay, everything is okay
"Nas, Whiskey 1- Gunner" -Copy.

It's been 16 hours already?
I'm exhausted...

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