A human reaches their limit after much struggle, weariness followed by despair and hopelessness weighing the human down as he pushes forward with the last of his strength, slowed down by the weight of the human body wrapping its hands around the human. Names were all they had to distinguish themselves, to prove their individuality, but names are just words made up by other humans. The human by the name of Earnest, moving with his dying strength, was motivated by the promise of saving another's life as he carried the human wrapped around his chest with a strong grip, maneuvering around branches and unknown forestland shrouded by the dark guided only by the fraction of his remaining hope and the value of his promise to safeguard the life with his dying breath. Swiftly moving from cover to cover evading the gunfire chasing them, a party of 20 or so armed with assault rifles, Earnest decided to stop in the thick of cover from trees and bushes, resting the body he swore to protect carefully on the ground. The body rests, lying on the floor with no movement, and stays in the rest position without saying a word as if it was all alone. There they were, in the dead of night, in dark silence, distant noises from the party chasing them getting closer. Earnest felt his rifle hanging around and across his lower chest, held by a strap around his left shoulder and under his right arm.

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"Stay put, I can fight!".

He took cover behind a tree, pulled up his rifle, aiming down sights with his weapon pushed against his right shoulder, peeking from the right side of the tree. He placed his index finger on the trigger, patiently waiting for the chasing party, prepared to shoot to kill.