Dawn of a new world
This is my first story and critics and reviews are very much appreciated, but no flaming because if you flame me I will flame back :) as I said this is my first story excuse he chapter for being so short but I promise the next chapter will be much longer.
Aftermath
"War does not determine who is right, only who is left" ~Bertrand Russell
Sargent paul Jackson awoke inside the wreckage of a downed seknight chopper, dazed and confused he tried to recall what had happened the only thing he could remember was a blinding light, but before he could remember anything else an intense wave of pain hit him at full force, he felt as though his skin was on fire.
Once the pain had subsided Jackson began to inspect his injuries his uniform was covered in burns and he had a large gash in his left leg. He still had his combat knife, scoped M4A1 assault rifle with M203 grenade launcher attachment and his colt M1 911 handgun. He looked around the wreckage of the chopper only to see both of the Pilates dead.
"I've got to get out of here" he said as he tried to push himself to his feet despite the pain and limped towards the loading bay door.
Once there Jackson realized the true extent of the damage, buildings lay in ruins, burning cars and bodies littered the streets.
"Damn it what happened h…" he began to say but before he could finish the platform on which he was standing on collapsed and he hit the ground hard.
He gave a cry of pain as he pushed himself back to his feet he noticed a large mushroom cloud towering high over the center of the city it was then that the memories started flooding in.
Al-asahb, the nuke, the raid on the capitol city, the cobra pilot he saved from the wreckage after her chopper was shot down the same pilot whose body lay on the ground next to him.
Jackson clenched his fists at the memories "where do I go now?" he thought as he looked around at the destruction that surrounded him.
After a few moments he picked a direction and started walking not caring about where he was going.
As he moved through the ruins buildings started to collapse filling the air with clouds of choking dust and smoke.
He kept walking until the pain and stress became too much for him to bare.
He collapsed in the middle of the debris filled streets thinking this is going to be the place he is going to die.
As he lay there a brilliant white light filled his vision and he lost himself to unconsciousness, but before he passed out a voice echoed from seemingly every direction
"This is not your end there is still much to accomplish, now wake up" the voice said while Jackson was engulfed by the light and vanished into thin air.
As I said sorry for the chapter being so short but as I said the next chapter will be much longer, until then peace out- ultimatedragon131