Hello everyone. Buggy here again. This will be the first chapter in the remake of Lives Made and Lives Taken. Sorry for how long it has taken me to get this chapter up. I don't plan to change too much to the story, only a few points and add some more details. Some details will be switched; you might be able to notice. Anyway, I don't own Zootopia obviously. Any further questions please feel free to pm me at any time. Enjoy guys!
The heat was unbearable. His clothes stuck to his skin, damp with sweat. He couldn't hear anything but the constant screaming and gunfire. His ears ringing like the shells falling around his feet. The rifle in his hand never ceasing except when he reloaded. Enemy and allied forces falling dead, only to be dragged back by their respective sides.
"Keep fucking firing till there's either none of them left or you run out of ammo!" He heard his Commander scream. "If you die ill slap your pathetic souls back into those shitty little bodies."
"Sir yes sir!" He heard one of his squad mates scream.
"Almost out sir." He screamed out. "How long until- "
His sentence was cut off as a bullet ripped through his side. Burning pain was all he could feel as metal broke bone. He fell back behind the cover he was posted at.
"Soldier down!" One of his squad mates screamed. "Medic!"
He felt someone cutting his shirt from his skin. He felt cold and wet along his side. A dull pain continued to throb along with his slowing heartbeat. He couldn't see very well anymore he noticed. Mostly blurred shapes rushing around him. His vision continued to fade along with the screaming in his ears.
He woke with a cold sweat, unconsciously grabbing his side where the scar was.
"Another fucking nightmare." He growled to himself. "Nothing to get all torn up about anymore."
He got out of his sheets. Looking back at them they were drenched in sweat where he had been laying. He'd have to wash them later. Looking up he glimpsed his old army patch sitting on his dresser. All it said was his name anymore, Anderson. He started to think, recalling some of his past. He was born April 11, 1989. He's 28 years old, single child of both Mary Anderson and Jaime Anderson. He was named after his grandfather John Jacob Anderson. His full name was Jacob Nicholas Anderson. He was 5'11" and 265 pounds. His parents died two months after his 21st birthday. A little over two years after being deployed into active duty. He was allowed to return home to identify the bodies and make funeral arrangements.
After recalling his memories, he slowly walked back over to his bed. He sat down with his face in his hands. Laying down again on the cold damp sheets he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.
"Wonder if I won't wake up this time." He said softly to the darkness surrounding him.