"Just gotta make it through today," the soldier chanted to himself.
"Just gotta make it through today." A sharp cry suddenly echoed throughout the landscape. Within seconds, the soldier was bobbing and weaving his way through heavy gunfire.
"Just gotta make through today."
A sharp pain stung his torso. The soldier fell, unable to continue. For what seemed like ages, the soldier listened as screams tore from the throats of the sufferers. Then, all was silent.
The soldier took this opportunity to raise his head and saw a figure, cloaked all in black. This figure unsettled the soldier, as it had an inhuman aura about it.
The figure tsked, then began to walk among the countless bodies, until it seemed to find the one it was looking for.
Then, the creature plunged its hand into the chest of the man, and withdrew a small, white sphere. It seemed to hold it to its face, as if studying it closely.
After a long pause, the creature finally said,"Hell," and the sphere disappeared in flash of red.
The creature paced about once more, and repeated the process, this time saying,"Heaven," before the sphere vanished in a flicker of gold.
The next soul, which the soldier had guessed them to be, had kept the creature especially occupied, until the creature decided, "Purgatory," and the soul faded to a gray blur, but remained.
The soldier watched with fascination as the cloaked figure made its rounds. Then, as the sun began its descent, the creature stopped in front of the soldier.
Despite not knowing the creature's true nature, he knew what this meant for him.
He would not make it through today.