There is a burning in my lungs as a reach the next barrier. Bullets wheeze by my head, I duck down seeking shelter from a place that killing is natural.A ferocious battle is just on the other side of this concrete rampart. The mighty Caesar is trying to take my village I wont let it happen. Sweat drips from my brow to my eye it felt like acid I close my eyes to make it go away. I open them to find a rifle butt heading to my face. My name is clentin delcid I'm fourteen years old and oh yea and I'm a slave for Caesar's legion "hail Caesar".
I awoke in a trailer rocking back and forth are only light is little cracks in the roof the occasional dusk that falls through the holes reflect like tiny snowflakes in the middle of winter. Those snowflakes are the only thing that gives me joy in this god forsaking place.I look at the passengers and I see the young, the weak, the old, and the dying. A boy came up to me about the same age as me but he had a long neck and bone skinny legs. He scanned me with his eyes up and down then he said "my name is guy whats yours I stumbled in a weak voice "clentin,clentin delcid. you got a name?"he stated in a clear voice "Guy and just guy my momma didn't give me no fancy last name." Me and guy talked, we talked about our villages and who we had a crush on, acting like Caesar didn't take us from any chance at a normal life, it kept me sane a valuable thing were I'm heading or so I'm told.
A man in a Caesars uniform opened the back to the trailer and told us to get out. I jumped out with hast to find a fort beyond the scale I have seen before. I was quickly put in my place a man came in front of us a told us "you are in the great Caesars fort you are now slaves those of you that will be warriors sum will be birthers but most simple slaves. You will be quick to learn your place" after he was done with his speech he pulled out his whip and did what one does with a day was the wost day ever.
I was chosen to be a slave, guy a warrior. I have seen some bad stuff as a slave a woman was beaten so hard that blood was oozing out of he whip wounds she shouldn't have sneezed when the master was making his speech that she dyed from blood loss, we could not help he fearing we would get the same treatment. That was the breaking point I had to find away to escape over days of searching between the wooden poles I found a little gap behind the slave tent. That was me only chance out of here one day I told my self one day.
It was another morning at fort lets beat the crap out of slaves and I felt horrible as usual it been a year now and I practice running in my free time and I know its strange but when I escape I cant is the night I get a extra ration of food from another slave I'm not proud of what I did he was dying and I stole it from him but that besides the point I was ready.I get to the tent and creep behind it and i squeeze through it. I have heard of a place called Novac not to far from here that's were I'm heading. I ran half a mile then I hear slave escape in the distance. I went one more mile then that burning in my side happened I could not go further I hear no men in the distance so I stop in a little cave barley big enough to fit me. I fall asleep safely I Hope. I awake with a sword to my throat it was guy pleaded and did so for eternity until it ended I write this story with the angels.