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Lost in War (standard:drama, 1216 words)
Author: Jordan StantonAdded: Apr 06 2009Views/Reads: 3129/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just a story im writing. Let me know what you think and ill write more if its good
 



The rain that beat down upon everything below it was somewhat
refreshing. As I sat there in my hole clutching the cold hard steel to 
my body close fingering the trigger, fear passed through my mind. I 
could hear rain drops spatter across the deserted and destroyed city of 
once former glory. Memories raced through my head of my life in this 
city, all the memories destroyed by this war. All of the love that was 
shared by so many thousands of people, gone, in a blink of an eye. I 
glanced up into the dark sky peering into the clouds outlined in red 
from the shores of hell on the horizon. Again fear gripped my body with 
its cold dark fingers as lightning crashed to the earth and brought 
blinding light through the former city. My hair soaked wet and dripping 
down my face was rather refreshing. It made me know that I was still 
alive, it made me feel that I may yet once again see my wife and child 
save in my arms. These dreams came to a sudden and abrupt halt when I 
realized the reality, they are dead, gone with this war. This war had 
taken everything from me, and now it has made scared and alone. 
Thoughts of suicide has been brought up several times in my fight 
within this city. Maybe ending my life would save me from this hell, 
maybe it would bring me to my wife and child up in the heavens, maybe 
it could bring me peace once more. I could never go through with it, 
every time I put that gun to my head I thought about what my wife would 
think, how It would bring shame upon my name, I would much rather die 
defending the lives that still live in this city. The enemies have 
scoured this city and destroyed much of it except one settlement of 
survivors in the dead center of the city. Drawn closer to the 
settlement everyday the enemies butchered everyone that stood in their 
way, breaking the hopes and dreams of many. The iron will of the people 
everyday, become weaker and weaker, all that was left was despair. 
Seeing my wife and child gunned down in front of my own eyes weighs 
heavily on my soul. I can feel the hate burning in my eyes, my heart. 
The hatred is what keeps me going, the love I shared for my wife and 
child keeps me fighting this war. Suddenly I can hear foot steps in the 
distance amongst the rain. My hear fell to my feet, I gripped my gun 
even harder lowering my head trying to listen closer. The steps were 
getting closer by the second. I peak up above my hole that I sit 
quietly and notice a small group of enemies coming into view searching 
the area for any sign of life. My heart beat grows faster and harder 
for every intense sec that passes. Seconds seem to feel like minutes 
and minutes seem to feel like hours as I sat and waited in my hole for 
my death. I thought of my wife and child. I thought about what they 
would think and feel about my situation. I wondered if they were 
watching, seeing what I see, feeling what I felt. The rain seemed to 
lift my spirit, refreshed my soul, fueled my muscles. I remember the 
look on my wives face when she fell to the ground looking into my eyes, 
“live” she said to me in the sweetest voice as if not hurt at all. The 
courage that woman had, was amazing, her love for me and our child grew 
everyday. My love for her and my child grew everyday as well, seeing 
them on the floor, dead, crushed my soul. I felt like I had nothing to 
live for anymore, but then her word echoed through my mind “live”. So I 
did, I did exactly what she wished for me to do. I fought, I fought 
hard out of that room with nothing but a crowbar and my rage. I broke 
skull, split faces in my rage. The first thought in my mind when I 
kicked that door down ready to kill was “oh fuck” and adrenaline seized 
my body and drove me into a craze. I swung widely at my foes befalling 
all that stood in my way, blood was everywhere. I saw nothing but red 
in my vision, Then my wives word “live” struck me again and I snapped 
to. I found myself above an enemy body, so I grabbed the gun that lay 
dormant by his body, it was hot, he must have been shooting at me. I 
heard another crack of thunder and it brought my back to reality, I was 
alone, in my hole, scared and lost. I looked up once again and saw one 
of the enemies put a bullet through the heads of an innocent civilian. 
Just then, I realized, I was the only one between them and the 
settlement behind me. I was the only one that could stop these monsters 
from terrorizing these people. I had to stop them, I just had to. Not 
just for my sake, but for the whole population, my loves sake, for 
hopes sake. I decided the next lightning strike I would act, I looked 
about the landscape and noticed many spots for cover. I tried to see 
how many enemies there was exactly, I counted seven bodies, fear 
gripped my heart but then taken over by love, dedication and honor. 
Lightning struck close and put a blinding glare across the barren city 
and I rushed up out of my hole leaving a pocket of air untouched by 
rain behind me. I let out a scream as I unleashed a grenade through the 
air followed by bullets searing past through the rain. I struck my 
grenade, like I planed causing an explosion giving me cover to dash 
behind a ledge from atop of a building that fell to the ground. I 
unleashed a barrage of bullets towards the enemies catching them off 
guard and again throwing a grenade as I stood and rolled to my left and 
skidding behind more cover. I tore through the bodies of my enemies, I 
shot low taking out the legs of one of them then shot higher to tear 
that bastards face to shreds. I rushed in close with my knife and 
grabbed one mans arm and forced him around and used him as my shield, I 
raised my arm with my pistol and but a bullet between the others eyes 
spraying blood into the night sky as he fell backwards. I took my knife 
and then slit my hostages throat and threw him aside. I stood in the 
rain looking down to the earth, letting the rain wash off the blood. I 
glanced back up feeling the water wash down my face. I could feel the 
fatigue start to settle in on my body, as I try to catch my breathe. 
Down the desecrated road I see more of these enemies coming. This time, 
they brought more than seven and these guys look angry. “live” echoes 
through my head, I holster my pistol and lift my gun. I charge.


   


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