Osama. A treacherous man, with the power of a god. With his mighty Railgun, he had commanded many to their deaths... But the enemies retaliated with force... Everyday, soldiers were killed. And Death was becoming a close companion. May 11th. The US had taken over the base, and Osama was forced to move to the roof of an abandoned warehouse with two others. Generalissimo SaadKhan and Colonel Ahsan had their guns up, Ready to fight for their leader. However... A lone sniper had his eye on Osama. And a shot rang in the distance that would shatter the whole world.

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Part 4: Departure Obviously this man was a psycho, thinking that he could bring back his dead son. I started slowly backing away, looking for a way to escape. The man slowly looked at me with his bloodshot eyes, "What are you doing? Why are you backing up?" "Sir, you need to understand that your son is dead." I replied. "NO! HE'S STILL ALIVE AND YOU ARE GOING TO FIND HIM!" He shouted with intense anger and rage. My hands were clammy and shaking. What should I do? If I help this guy find his dead son it's going to be a waste of time, and I might get killed. But at the same time, I might die. Damn it. "Okay, let's go find your son." I said, standing my ground at the huge man that towered above me. "Good. And I'll bring this just in case." He replied. And, he went to get his hammer. Good. This was my chance to run. I quickly ran into the door, attempting to break it open. I tried two times, before the rusty old hinges gave out and broke off. I heard the man stomping after me. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?" I squinted out in the broad daylight and looked out, the wasteland covered in a sunny and bright filter. I looked around and saw a small camp in the distance. I started running after it, but after a few seconds I realized that I had not eaten for two full days, and now it was finally taking its toll on me. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest. Badump. Badump. At this point, I was solely relying on adrenaline to carry me across. But it wasn't enough. Sure enough, I could hear the man steadily coming closer. I'm almost there, just a few more seconds... My vision started to get blurry and blurrier as I continued my trek along the barren wasteland. The man was only a mere few feet away. "COME BACK HERE!" He shouted. I could see soon that there was trench over the camp, it was about 10 feet wide 10 feet deep. I have to make it. I felt a sudden pain in my left shoulder and knew that for sure that the man had thrown his hammer at me, but still I gathered all the strength I had and launched myself over the trench, and hit the gritty dirt with a thud. I could hear that man cursing, as he did not have the abilty to make the jump. I get up, only to collapse again. Through my last seconds of consciousness, I hear shouting and yelling, as the gate to the camp opened and a lone woman looked at me from above. Fading through consciousness and unconsciousness, I look at her and say the only words that I could manage from my bleeding mouth, Help.