Time seemed to slow down, to Feliks, all that was in motion was him and the man coming to him. The man looked to be 30, he had a cap on and he was a giant, could most likely kill a man with one punch. With an exhale, he pulled the trigger, a single round hitting the man in the heart. He fell to the floor, and Vitaly lowered his rifle. He looked over to the Sergeant beside him, who pulled a cigarette from his mouth, and disposed of it on the floor.
After a few startled screams, the sound of silence made the soldiers uneasy. Pushing through the static crowd, came a women, she was in her forties, and she wept. The women got onto her knees, beside the man who Feliks shot. She put her arms underneath him, and held him up to her, she hugged him and cried. Feliks saw his face, and realised that he was probably younger than.
"He was 19! You mother fucker!" She yelled with tears running down her face. Feliks felt sick, he looked on the floor beside the young man and didn't see the pole anywhere. Then it occurred to him, he was just trying to get through the line and go home. The propaganda had warped him.
The Rules of Engagement said that if you feel threatened, you can engage anybody within 200 metres of you...
The crowd got rowdy again and started to walk over to the soldiers, this time they were armed, and Feliks was sure of it. The Sergeant tapped Feliks on his shoulder and looked behind him, to the other soldiers.
"It's a free fire zone" he said in Russian, without breaking a sweat.
The KPVT machine gun on the Vodnik opened fire, hitting the crowd with a hailstorm of 14.5MM rounds. Vitaly sunk back in his squad as they advanced, and started to fire.
Feliks felt nauseated as he watched the massacre unfold. He lent against the wall and started to cry, closing his eyes and pretending that what just occurred, never happened. A hand grabbed onto his shoulder, and turned him around.
"Are you a bitch? Pull your head in!" A squad member said to him.
The screams stopped, and Vitaly looked over to what was once a crowd of people. The gunpowder in the air made it hard, but he could see the bodies all over the floor.
Feliks knew he needed to shape up if he wanted to survive this war, and if the Squad Leader saw him like this, he would be beaten to a pulp. He realised that he wasn't cut out for all of this.
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