Talk:Mummy/@comment-30850838-20170429192240/@comment-31780729-20170429230022

I tell my commanding officer of the impending disaster, than charge toward a large bundle of ruins. Heaving my way to the top, I level my L115A3 sniper rifle at my former allies, then relase a barage of bullets, each one striking its designated target. None are killed ( very diffucult too kill desert mamonos with your average bullet), but there progess is severly hampered. I turn to rush back toward base when a pair of strong hands push back on to the sandstone ruins. I manage to twist my head to see my former Assault ally slowly unraveling the bandage that cover her slim frame.

Me: Oh shit

Mummy: Oh shit indeed.