Ambidextrous

The town streets were silent no longer. The ISA had been storming the land for weeks. We just couldn't hold them off. Our tanks were all over the streets, but all the foot soldiers were in buildings. We were just to fire at everyone. A lot of the buildings were being bombed by ISA drop ships. “Ammo! Out!” I yelled. Vasily, who was to my right at the window's handed me a clip. In this room there was almost thirteen of us. We were on the second floor shooting down into the dust and bodies. I was using the standard Hellghast machine gun, with the shotgun extra. But most of the other soldiers in the room were using the grenade launcher extra. A ISA tank turned the corner at the bottom of the street, which wasn't good. ISA tanks were much more efficient and powerful than ours. One shell. One shell it took to waste our tank. In the building opposite (which used to be a McDonald's) a rocket launcher swung out of the window. A pity that the man behind it got his brains blown out as soon as he was visible. There must have been a Sniper or a Shadow Marshall. The ISA tank turned it's turret to our building. It pointed to the ground floor, where a lot of our soldiers were, and fired.


This was not good.


The shell went straight through a window and straight to the back of the building. Everyone below us was dead. Instantly. The walls of the ground floor blew to the sides. Which means, the top floor fell forward and collapsed. We (with the rest of the building) went straight down onto the road. A large piece of rubble landed on my left arm and my gun. I looked to my right, the tank was re-aiming at us. Vasily never survived the fall. A few people did however, but they got shot down instantly. They must not of seen me, or maybe they thought I was dead. I looked to my left, we had no one on the ground. Except me.


I managed to get my hand out from underneath the rubble. It was aching. Being left handed and only having a pistole and a few grenades, I figured, I'm fucked. I rolled to my left, up the rubble, then down the other side. I was now out of view from those bastards. My hand! The people In McDonald's were still managing to hold the tank back a little. I wasn't going to try and run into McDonald's, because that's where the ISA are aiming at. I sprinted away from the ISA, down to the remains of our tank. I sat behind it. My hand! I could feel the heat off of the tank. I drew my pistole in my right hand. My left hand was useless. To be honest, so was my right hand. I can't catch with my right hand, I can't write with my right hand. And now, now I have to shoot with my right hand. Time for the risk. I charged away from the tank, to the end of the street. I turned the corner to my right. There was two ISA troops about twenty to thirty meters away from me. They never aimed at me straight away. There was a brief pause. I raised my gun first and fired at one of them. My bullet flew straight into one his grenades, which was in his belt. He just... Blew apart. Maybe I'm ambidextrous? But that is just ridiculous. It was a lucky shot. The second soldier looked shocked. That didn't stop him from shooting at me. I fired back. I only pulled the trigger once. The bullet got him exactly between the eyes. Maybe I'm fucking right handed.