Literature
A far-sighted Sniper.
The Legion were trained to stay and fight, yet several of the younger members had already turned to flee, wanting to keep their heads on their bodies. Around Boone, hell had broken loose and he was forgotten about. Though he wasn't hoping for anything, except for the possibility that a spare bullet would hit him, soon the shouts and yells subsided, and the only thing that could be heard were the heavy footfalls of the fleeing Legionaires, and then the sound of a growling dog, and another.
Boone looked up at this; to his left a Legion mongrel bared its teeth, looking in the direction of the sniper. Its fur was bristled, its eyes crazy. Th
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