Post by Slayer_22 on Dec 23, 2010 0:46:42 GMT -6
The snow fell softly on his face. His gun was still slung to his side. His brothers in arms had fallen silently around him. Blood staining the brown white ground. He could feel each beat of the gun against his side, each beat of the heart in him. The floor was littered with bodies, the world around him silent with lifeless beings.
Step after step, he didn't know where he was headed. The soulless wasteland offered no leniency for his tired and strained body. The lonely soldier felt his body willing to give out at any second to join the graveyard he was walking in.
The soldier could only look forward, the cold almost freezing him to the point of walking in one direction.
The world had been touched by war, a constant battlefield of killing and death. So few people remained, but even as the world population dwindled, the need to kill was still in each man's veins. He could remember before this, when he was living a normal life. People would spread rumors of the end of the world, sometimes caused by computers, some by ancient civilizations who had disappeared long ago.
An abrupt thump in the snow echoed throughout the world. He couldn't turn his head, but he knew. A tear ran down his face as he remembered his family.
His beautiful wife and only daughter. When he enlisted, they supported his decision. When the letters had finally stopped coming, he knew. It wasn't long before he was in his own home. The walls dark, soulless, only filled with his screams for his kin. Almost dry tears ran down his face as he found them. All he had left was his daughter's teddy bear, from her first birthday. It was worn, but she loved it more than anything.
He knew what had dropped. Even though everything was lost, he kept on. His footsteps feeling like knifes into his ankles.
The war he wanted to join, the war he joined to protect all he thought was left took everything he had. He did things he wasn't proud of, killing men, women, and even children. But even as he did, when he found his wife laying in a pool of her own blood, and his daughter stabbed to a wall, he wondered why.
The soldier used his frozen hand to take off his gun. His weapon of war.
The further he walked, the more he thought. Why it had to happen to him? Why did he make his choices? What did his wife and daughter do?
Finally he fell to his knees, ready to give mercy to the war that took everything.
The soldier, now on his knees, felt the cold wind freeze him into place. His last tear shed. His eyes frozen forward as a sudden bright light burned him into a memory in the dirt.
Step after step, he didn't know where he was headed. The soulless wasteland offered no leniency for his tired and strained body. The lonely soldier felt his body willing to give out at any second to join the graveyard he was walking in.
The soldier could only look forward, the cold almost freezing him to the point of walking in one direction.
The world had been touched by war, a constant battlefield of killing and death. So few people remained, but even as the world population dwindled, the need to kill was still in each man's veins. He could remember before this, when he was living a normal life. People would spread rumors of the end of the world, sometimes caused by computers, some by ancient civilizations who had disappeared long ago.
An abrupt thump in the snow echoed throughout the world. He couldn't turn his head, but he knew. A tear ran down his face as he remembered his family.
His beautiful wife and only daughter. When he enlisted, they supported his decision. When the letters had finally stopped coming, he knew. It wasn't long before he was in his own home. The walls dark, soulless, only filled with his screams for his kin. Almost dry tears ran down his face as he found them. All he had left was his daughter's teddy bear, from her first birthday. It was worn, but she loved it more than anything.
He knew what had dropped. Even though everything was lost, he kept on. His footsteps feeling like knifes into his ankles.
The war he wanted to join, the war he joined to protect all he thought was left took everything he had. He did things he wasn't proud of, killing men, women, and even children. But even as he did, when he found his wife laying in a pool of her own blood, and his daughter stabbed to a wall, he wondered why.
The soldier used his frozen hand to take off his gun. His weapon of war.
The further he walked, the more he thought. Why it had to happen to him? Why did he make his choices? What did his wife and daughter do?
Finally he fell to his knees, ready to give mercy to the war that took everything.
The soldier, now on his knees, felt the cold wind freeze him into place. His last tear shed. His eyes frozen forward as a sudden bright light burned him into a memory in the dirt.