First FF in a long time, people! This idea has been simmering for a while and I'd thought I'd give it a shot. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Max and her gang ain't mine (I wish). All the other characters are mine, though.
I can't move. I can't believe it. Nothing will be the same again.
Everywhere my battered blood cells were mashed purple where tan skin should've been. I glanced up at the small camp through my not swollen eye, but it was already blasted to smithereens with a few traces of burned bodies and smoldering rubble. The smoke flowed upward in great columns, ashes dancing as they raised toward the orange sherbet skies. Judging for the sunlight, I was out for three hours, give or take.
I crinkled my nose, disgusted by the putrid odor. God, I don't think I'll ever forget that smell… the stench of scorched flesh and death. Although I was about 200 yards away, it still filled my nostrils. That smell always makes my stomach acid churn and take a nose-dive all at the same time.
Usually, I lead these kinds of missions against combative enemies and rivals where I feel no regret whatsoever – everyone had a stained soul from the sins they have done and murdered a few people themselves. Each one of them deserved it just as I probably deserve it now. It was my job to kill them before they killed me. But this time, it was kids that got destroyed. They did nothing wrong. They were completely innocent. And now they're all dead.
Attempting to push myself into an upright position, pain shot through my right arm and I thudded face-down into the browned grass. My bones felt like they splintered and the sensation sent electrical zaps to my brain.
Processing…
Processing…
Fuck! Pain.
Salty sweat dripped off my brow, strips of hair pasted onto my face. I tongued the corner of my split lip and tasted caked coppery blood. As I rocked my head to the side, I could see that the little puddle of blood I spit out before was still there, dark and dried. With a grunt, I tore my ID badge off the front of my jacket with a rip and chucked that sucker in a fire about 3 feet away. I watched the numbers I knew as well as my name melt into iron goo. Screw my so-called teammates. Screw The Solution. Screw them all. My head felt like sickles were stuck in it and my mind water-logged as my vision blurred slowly into a gray wash.
I heard footsteps thudding on the hard ground and a voice shout, "Holy shit! One's still alive! Help her!" Then everything went black.
Yeah, I know it's a short chap, but I'm getting there. Reviews would be awesome.