This is the end
When the last word is said
When the last tough is spent
The last trigger will be pulled
The last bullet will be shot
Making a painful echo in the last scream
The last man will fall
And the last music made by the mankind, will be a moan.
It's been a year since the last time it rained, any of our friends remembered a worse winter, the wind was dry, and the in the hedge there was nothing green left, the ground was hard and cold, the spring should be here, with all it's beauty, but the weather didn't changed a bit.
The log was empty, and the animals calling it home, awoke once again for the spring, only a few years after the human take down.
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Ce n'est pas un joli séjour…
Rise and shine, my beauties, rise and shineI don't want to think you were sleeping in the spring, but, no one deserves more a rest, wake up, my beauties, wake up and smell the ashes.
Verne: too much silence, dead silence.
Verne was looking at the dry trees, a sad wind was blowing, cold fast wind, Stella came near to him, close to the edge of the old lake, dry by now.
Stella: you want me to get everybody out?
Verne: no, leave them rest a bit more.
Stella: what an awful spring, are you sure it is the time?
Verne: RJ went to the other side of the hedge this morning, can you hear it?
Stella: what?
Verne: nothing, is the silence of a grave, not even the humans make noise.
Stella: to think I always complained about the noise they made.
RJ: falling quickly from a nearby tree) I have been in the human side, there's no one left.
Verne: no one? You sure?
RJ: it looks like they fled in a rush, they've left the doors opened, and even some are dead!.
Verne: oh my!…
A strong noise interrupted, followed by many awful explosions.
Hammy: (rushing from the inside of the log, followed by the rest of his friends) ahhhhh!! What was that?!!
The explosions continued for a while and some times a shell roared nearby.
Those noises were artillery pieces, probably the last resistance.
RJ: it's a war!, my .. just like in the TV…
A shell blow a tree, and they heard voices approaching, followed by several
gun shots.
RJ: run lets hide in one of the houses!!…
As they ran for it, many people passed the tree, and a enormous metal best destroyed the log, as well as everything in it's path.
RJ and Verne stayed in the hedge, to ensure everyone crossed it safely.
Verne: what is that?!
RJ: that's what humans use to harm others avoiding being hurt.
Verne: look, there comes a lot more.
They passed fast, and some stopped to fire to the direction the first shots had come.
Some infantry was moving with them, firing as well, and being fired.
One of the tanks stopped nearby our friends, and from the inside someone screamed:
"Tomen esa posición, no se detengan hasta que no quede ninguno!
the hatch opened and a guy got out, some men came nearby, they would get orders there.
"Ya habíamos tomado esta área, pero parece que los americanos no han hecho las maletas, hay que acabar con las piezas de artillería, y después acamparemos sobre esa posición"
Before they could answer, RJ and Verne had run to the house were they told the rest to stay.
From the inside, they could still hear the shots, screams and explosions, they were scared, and were holding each other tight.
The noises slowly stopped, and the they could only hear the wind blow."
Diclamer: I don't won Over The Hedge.