War story

War story

A Story by articwolf
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A little story i conjured up for my amusement :D

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In a dark near abandoned city we watch as a jeep drives up to a dark house where we can see a little shimmer of light clinging to the one hope this jeep had. The only thing the people in the house could see was a man coming closer to the door and knocking. After letting the man in, everybody in the room was asked to take a seat.

Your son fought bravely ma’am started the general. Everybody in the room already began to cry, not a single soul was spared from the ever so haunting thought. The general continued: He was a true hero of the nation and I wish we had more of him, that way this war would have already been won. Mom couldn’t stand the thought and bursted out in tears in front of the general. The only thing that popped into my mind, are the final words my granddad said before moving out to avoid the war…

Everybody should shiver at the mere mentioning of the word war, for war is the one thing that will ruin us all. War is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and shall be the undoing of us all one day. You better be prepared for him, because he will be relentless in his approach and even fouler on his arrival. The earth you now know will be considered heaven shortly after he arrived and the mere thought of heaven now will be gone forever from the minds of man.

 

Two years earlier

 

Father’s day is approaching yet I have never felt so unsecure before, it’s as if something big, something … bad is about to happen and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Grandfather’s scared as well. He started talking about stories from a century ago something he calls the Great War or the 40-45. He appears to be scared of telling those tails as if something is coming to haunt him, yet he always talks about them with the excuse: “One should always find a way to overcome his fears”. Well no surprise to be honest as my father is deeply religious, not Christian or anything but Templar.  Templar is apparently a sacred hidden “cult” created to stop the coming apocalypse yet ever since they have been founded it has never happened. Even some of the members just thought of it to be a lie but not grandfather, no he was always scared of the apocalypse and always talking about some old war where some guys on horses where important. We’re past that now though horses are nothing anymore I really don’t understand his fears. Grandfather’s almost 110 years old he’s lived for over a century, not many people are that old and can still talk like him, still always full of energy with his stories. Well I think I said enough of gramps, just remembering the way he was scares me, I’ve never seen him so pale.  I wonder what the news reports was going on about earlier, he kept on repeating that something has been bombed. I hope it’s not another military test they did. Bombs are awful enough without them making bigger ones. Ever since the nuclear bomb had been completely removed from civilization, they’ve been trying to make an equal but environmental friendly bomb. These ranged from so called bio-bombs to kinetic bombs that were designed to take out soldiers only. Every single attempt though ended up in a failure, there was always something wrong, they never got the part where it had no long lasting effects that could result in death of civilians.

Wait what’s this? An urgent news report?

 

And that’s how it all started, life never was the same after that the first strike had been executed and the first country fell within 48 hours. A new biological bomb had been discovered and used all human cellular activity gets destroyed in 6 hours within a 100 mile radius of the initial blast, leaving plants animals and even houses intact.

 

© 2011 articwolf


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Added on July 25, 2011
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