As I run around the corner I see my best friend getting stabbed by a Nazi. I aim my pistol at the Nazi’s head and fire. RED blood pours out of the man’s head. I rush to my friend. Somehow he survived. 

“We need to get you to one of those military hospitals,” I exclaim frantically. 

He simply looks me in the eyes and says, ‘There’s no point.” 

I swing him over my shoulder and take him to the military camp. 

The more I say that he will be fine, the more he stops believing that he can survive this.