Title: With Apologies to David Cage
Premise, or Lack Thereof: Flash fiction inspired by the word “rain”
Reason for Banishment: Ran out of steam

The Medic peered over the lip of the old cistern, his smile widening as he saw that the Sniper could no longer pretend that nothing was wrong; as amusing as it was to observe the man’s valiant attempts at denial, he’d much rather see the supposedly stoic gunman break. “Good morning, Herr Sniper! Ze weather haff simply been atrocious zese past few days!” He held up the thermos he brought with him. “Zo I brought you some chicken soup.”

The Sniper stared, as if he was trying to decipher what the Medic wanted this time. Then he went back to trying to find a comfortable position to rest without putting too much weight on his broken leg or sit in thigh-deep water. “I think I’d rather starve.”

The Medic scoffed as he began lowering the container on a string. “Und three days ago you said you’d rather die of thirst. Now be a good boy; drink your soup.”