This is my first real story, please let me know what all I can do to help in prove this story as it goes a long. I'm not sure how long this story will be, I guess we'll just have to go and see. This story does use an OC as the main character.

The alarms scream in the distance. Private Dereck Bentley knows this sound all to well. He knows exactly what it means, another German gas attack is coming. He quickly gets out of his cot and grabs his gas mask off of the nightstand. He's been through this process a hundred times by now; every other day it's the same steps: alarm sounds, 5 minutes later Germans bombard the trenches with powerful gas.

As he fumbles to secure the gas mask to his face, he sees two of his fellow comrades fighting over whose gas mask is whose. Just as Private Bentley secured the gas mask to his face, clouds of gas begin pouring in over the trenches, slipping into the small barrack through cracks in the doors and walls. The gas begins filling the room quickly as his allies are still struggling over their gas masks. They didn't realize until it was too late that the gas had already began to pour into the room. Private Bentley tried desperately to get the two gentlemens attention, but ultimately he could do nothing but sit idly by and watch the two men choke to death on the poisonous gas.