Hunters and Hunted.

That was an epitaph I read on the grave to my right.

My body is constricting due to the cold and trying to get warm in this  storm. I blow on my hands while clutching an umbrella flitched from an outdoorsy store. I paid for rations and a map. I thought it was fair that I paid for at least some of it. It's not the store's fault that I  had to use them to escape the sniper that was aimed at me.

M E L O D Y focus!

I heard as a memorial echo.  I stared down at William, my Will. I rain my hand across the crown of him. He felt wet, cold, and hard. My lips pulled into a sad smile.

"My William, they can't hurt you anymore. I'm sorry that I was late to meet you. I just wanted to taste what being normal was like. It didn't go as I thought it would. "

Slowly, I crouched down onto my knees. The earth wet and muddy, staining my distressed jeans.

"You were right. I should have kept moving. Staying ahead of them. But now, I know why you helped me..."

I traced his face, engraved into the granite.

My smile turned bitter. "You helped them. You were S."

Raining around me turned into mist. Crak!

The tree behind me splintered. I hid behind my Dear's headstone. I reached into my pockets. I gripped the heavy assembly accessories. Within 45 seconds, I had a functional handgun, and as I was pinned; I snapped home the clip.

" Designation: Ghost- Naught- Night-1-9-4. You are to be terminated as by command of the Organization."
The voice declares into the mist, hidden within the Fog.

"..."
Breathe
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Retreat when faced with an enemy you will hope to ensare.