December 21st 2017- 34 minutes Remaining
The clock struck 3 AM but he was still much awake. "20 Minutes Lads" Came a muffled voice from his left. A Single Tear Rolled Down his Bruised face. He Jumped up and got into his tight, ripped and dirty uniform. He slowly walked towards the dim light coming from the door, and much to his surprise the hall was packed. He walked, eyes full of sleep, towards the counter "What're be fur t'days breaky-fast ay?" A cheerful face said. He looked at the man behind the counter, saw his eyes, dim, unlike the rest of his face. He wondered what he'd seen to make his eyes like that. He then "Woke Up" from his thoughts and replied dry toast. He sat down and ate his toast. "5 Minutes!" Came the voice from earlier, this time much clear though.
December 21st 2017- 14 minutes Remaining
He Stepped out of the bunker and on the whistle charged. Explosions to the his left and to his right. The man next to him, a young man, looked only 17 or so, fell over and cried. He kept running though, all around him the shattered corpses of others. Another burst of bullets sprayed towards him. Then the screams fell silent. He couldn't hear. He looked around, carnage of greed lay everywhere. He fell. The Images of his life rushed passed his eyes. He could now only hear his heart. His vision blurred. He took his final breath and his vision went black. His last words "I want to go home".