A loud crack shatters the quiet night

Blood sprays on a nearby shipping crate

Tinted maroon by the moonlight

And a headless corpse falls to the ground.

“That’s right, die for papa!” the COG soldier shouts

as he chambers the next round.

The spent shell casing clatters to the ground with a soft “ting”,

And he closes the bolt with a “click”.

Carmine peers through the scope again,

Looking for his next unfortunate victim.

So many Locust to kill,

So little time.