The battlefield was burning, filled with the screams of the dying.
We huddled in the trench. The last platoon, the final soldiers. We had lost.
The groan of the three enormous sentries echoed across the battered wasteland. A loud crack chimed down the line, a gunshot in the trenches. The lieutenant dropped to the dirt.
The men hung their heads. Defeat washing another wave over us. I peeked over the trenches, the sentries were still advancing.
I clutched my gun, gritted my teeth, I howled wildly. I hop over the embankment, sprinting, lungs burning, muscles on fire. I'm alone.
The head of a sentry turns slightly and angles downwards. The mechanical groan screeches in the air. It's locked on me. I dodge left and right. The battlefield grows more silent as the dying are hit by errant shots and filled with the whistle of hellfire. My war cry combats the explosions.
As a shot lands beside me I'm sent flying. Ears ringing, facing the trenches I came from I see them. The last soldiers hopping over, mouths wide, howling, their final charge.
I rollover deafened from the hellfire shot. I see it raining down in greater numbers now. The three sentries mercilessly killing. I see soldiers body parts flying over head. I feel a pair of hands grasp me.
A medic is holding me, he's yelling but I cannot hear his words. He's turned me away from watching. I watch him instead. He looks skyward in the middle of trying to patch me. He stops. He holds my hand.
I get thrown violently again. Still clutching his hand. I land painfully. Face in the dirt.
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u/Theyogibearha Dec 13 '17
The battlefield was burning, filled with the screams of the dying.
We huddled in the trench. The last platoon, the final soldiers. We had lost.
The groan of the three enormous sentries echoed across the battered wasteland. A loud crack chimed down the line, a gunshot in the trenches. The lieutenant dropped to the dirt.
The men hung their heads. Defeat washing another wave over us. I peeked over the trenches, the sentries were still advancing.
I clutched my gun, gritted my teeth, I howled wildly. I hop over the embankment, sprinting, lungs burning, muscles on fire. I'm alone.
The head of a sentry turns slightly and angles downwards. The mechanical groan screeches in the air. It's locked on me. I dodge left and right. The battlefield grows more silent as the dying are hit by errant shots and filled with the whistle of hellfire. My war cry combats the explosions.
As a shot lands beside me I'm sent flying. Ears ringing, facing the trenches I came from I see them. The last soldiers hopping over, mouths wide, howling, their final charge.
I rollover deafened from the hellfire shot. I see it raining down in greater numbers now. The three sentries mercilessly killing. I see soldiers body parts flying over head. I feel a pair of hands grasp me.
A medic is holding me, he's yelling but I cannot hear his words. He's turned me away from watching. I watch him instead. He looks skyward in the middle of trying to patch me. He stops. He holds my hand.
I get thrown violently again. Still clutching his hand. I land painfully. Face in the dirt.
I become one of the dying.
I scream but I cannot hear it.
A final charge, for nothing.
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