Resistince FighterA Story by MortemA resistince fighter begins to learn how to survive under the harshest condition's.
he Resistance Fighters Story.
The rain poured on a cold silent night with a few lightning strikes here and their. A private breaks the silence, whispering this his sergeant. "Sir what are we doing out here in the rain?" The Sergent stares at the private, thinking about the kids he used to have before the nukes hit. "Sir?" The Sarge breaks his glare "Shut up and sit down or those soldiers will see you" The private lays sits on a rock staring at his boots. Thinking in his head "Why am I even here?" His thoughts are broken by the sarge "Lets go. Coast is clear" They crouch, looking around one more time and then walk, leaving prints on the wet mud. They walk to an old store, and slowly open the door. The Sarge signals the Private to be quiet, and they enter. "Get your backpack filled with as much as you can, go quickly" The private nods and goes into the food lanes looking for food,water, anything he can find. A rumbling can be heard outside from the thunder. "Private hurry up. I see lights" He quickly grabs as much as he can, but soon realizes that speed always leads to error. A clanking sound can be heard from a dropped can. The private stares at the can, realizes his action then runs to the sarge. "Get down boy and be quiet" An engine can be heard outside, the private in fear whimpers. The Sergent loads a shell in his shotgun "when I say run you run like hell to the back door got it?" The private nods. "Now! Come here you pieces of s**t!" The Sarge runs to the entrance and takes cover blindly shooting outside the door. The private runs to the back door to see it locked, scared he grabs his pistol breaking the lock and turns to get one last look of his Sergeant. The Sarge looks back before getting shot in the back. The private stares in horror as his only father figure crashes to the floor. "Over here!" a shout from the front door caises the private to sprint outside. This is only part one. Anything I should fix? © 2016 Mortem |
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