Becoming an Academy Cowboy

prologue..?

It’s an ending I don’t like. That damned heterogeneous race has finally encroached upon this planet.

Humanity has been defeated.

What I fell here is just a fragment of it. It is a foreseeable ruin.

He lit a cigarette with his other arm.

He put a cigarette in his mouth and ignited the flamethrower with the barely remaining residual fire.

Tobacco had a foul smell of blood and gasoline.

I brought back what my comrades I trusted had kept hidden in the end as my last betrayal.

A cigarette soaked in blood didn’t even catch fire.

The cigarette smelled of fishy blood with each sip.

It was clear whether this was the taste of my blood or the taste of the friend who left me this cigarette.

“Clok choke. damn it Combat Stimulants are a bit quicker. My head is pounding.”

Endless war with the other world. It was boring.

Family, comrades, friends, and organization were all dedicated.

The hero who stepped on the stepping stone made by putting me on the mountain of the corpse did not reach the goal.

That’s it.

I stretched out my arms.

That last monster’s mothership has revealed its core.

Could it have been destroyed if there was only one attack to shoot it?

He took out the old revolver in his pocket.

Six anti-monster bullets are loaded inside.

I know it doesn’t make sense

The bullet’s warhead will consume all of its energy and fall to the ground without even reaching that core.

one foot.

Hearing the gunshots, beasts that are close to mundane flocks. I forcefully pull the hammer with my bent thumb.

two feet.

The bullet that pierced the head of the first beast that appeared left a trace on the wall that he was still there.

Before the third shot, the beast bites my arm.

My arm is torn off and it stimulates my nerves as if on fire.

He clenched his teeth and endured the pain.

I don’t want to give these beasts any sense of loss.

I was dragged here and there, and he ran towards my head.

too bad. Is this the end?