The Enemy

I take a deep breathe, sweat stings my eyes, blood drips from my lips. Evey muscle in my body ready to quit. Utterly exhausted, I go to stand, my legs buckle beneath me as if they had no intent of keeping my body erect. Concussed, a broken nose, 2 or 3 fractured ribs, and my left eye nearly swollen shut. I have a 6-inch gash just above my right knee. The enemy moves closer confident and swift. Whilst attempting to control my breathing it crosses my mind. Should I use one of my last 3 rounds on myself? Is it the coward's way out if there is no choice? If I am to die regardless, I do not want it to be at the merciless hands of my assailant. Do I wish to prevent potential suffering? OR am I to take as many souls with me to the next life as I can manage? I have nothing left to give... but I will dig deep. I will manifest more will. I will find the courage I lack. The resolve I require. For I will not bow down and allow the enemy to have its way with me.

For my enemy is relentless, brutal, foul, and formidable. Experienced and creative in its strategies and weaponry. No matter how terribly I am wounded. No matter how desperately I wish to give in. I will fight until my last breath. For if I don't I want to get to live anyway.

My foe in all its might, underestimates me. Wounded and battered I stand. It hurts, tears run from my eyes. Drenched in sweat and blood...

I look life in the eye. "C'mon... Bitch."