Short story on stimulis

As the bullet snaps past my head, I had to do something. "There coming, team fall back," I desperately shouted out to my team. "Roger That!" John yelled while running back. Rapid firing guns of the vicious terrorists never seemed to stop. I waited and waited, holding off the terrorists so my team of five could run back and take cover behind the wall. "COME ON DOUG!" screamed Jeremy through the microphone. Safe behind the …

…the dirt barrels everywhere blown to bits. It was just me left, behind the thick wooden crate. I couldn't see where the terrorists had gone, left, right, nowhere to be found. Paranoid I was but I was being extremely careful and silent. 'Crunch, crunch,' footsteps, I heard. I turned around, there in front of me holding a knife, I couldn't react, and he was too fast. My monitor went black, it's just a game...