*Standard Disclaimer: GW guys and all belonging to. not me. But I wish they did.
Silence
By Strawberry Wine
My gun fired, sending sprays of bullets through Oz solders advancing around a corridor of the hospital building. Damn. How'd they even know I was here? There's too many of them. We've gotta get out of here.
I glance at the boy behind me. His hair dangled clumsily in front of his face as he shot down enemy after enemy. He, too, was running out of ammunition. As I discarded the now empty gun to pull out a grenade from my small supply of weapons, I noticed blood streaming down his limp left arm. Shit. He saw the explosive I had thrown down the crowded hall and fled with me from the burning gas and fire towards the nearest exit door.
Entering a room, we examined the contents of one bed with tousled sheets and a window leading from the balcony to roof. We exchanged looks, knowing what was going through each other's minds, reminding ourselves of our own bed we left behind and shared just last night. But now was not the time to think felicity or anything as placid. In only a few seconds, Oz would rush in, murdering us both.
I let him climb first onto the ladder leading to the roof, loading my second and last gun as we went. Once on the roof, the only place left to go was to the top of the next building. I ran ahead, checking each corner for gunmen carefully before jumping down to the lower, adjacent edifice; followed by my partner.
Halfway across the second rooftop, a bullet shot through the back of my right knee brought me down painfully and loudly. I turned quickly, best I could, yelling for my partner to duck before I killed a soldier on the first roof above us. As he went down, another popped up, firing only one shot before I aimed to easily unload another shell on him, too.
My partner staggered to his feet from where he covered, back to the soldier, clutching his injured arm. His face never recognized any pain he felt as he continued towards me, until he suddenly stopped in his steps. His eyes grew wide as his mouth gapped open as a bullet sliced through his flesh and spine. His head lulled back as blood poured effortlessly out of his mouth; his body flying violently to the cold concrete surface.
I fired my shot.
An explosion went off somewhere in the distance. I didn't even notice. I heard someone gasping and saw droplets of water gleaming speckled on the ground from where they fell. It took me a while before I realized it was myself making the noise and the water came from my eyes. Something I had never done before.
I lay down on the roof, breathing heavily, glowing from fires of a nearby building, and never took my gaze from the boy that lay dead before me. Pain from open wounds were ignored along with the pain in my head and chest from having to watch my friend die. I watched the red swirl around him grow larger and larger, knowing soon of the silence that would overtake me.
Silence
By Strawberry Wine
My gun fired, sending sprays of bullets through Oz solders advancing around a corridor of the hospital building. Damn. How'd they even know I was here? There's too many of them. We've gotta get out of here.
I glance at the boy behind me. His hair dangled clumsily in front of his face as he shot down enemy after enemy. He, too, was running out of ammunition. As I discarded the now empty gun to pull out a grenade from my small supply of weapons, I noticed blood streaming down his limp left arm. Shit. He saw the explosive I had thrown down the crowded hall and fled with me from the burning gas and fire towards the nearest exit door.
Entering a room, we examined the contents of one bed with tousled sheets and a window leading from the balcony to roof. We exchanged looks, knowing what was going through each other's minds, reminding ourselves of our own bed we left behind and shared just last night. But now was not the time to think felicity or anything as placid. In only a few seconds, Oz would rush in, murdering us both.
I let him climb first onto the ladder leading to the roof, loading my second and last gun as we went. Once on the roof, the only place left to go was to the top of the next building. I ran ahead, checking each corner for gunmen carefully before jumping down to the lower, adjacent edifice; followed by my partner.
Halfway across the second rooftop, a bullet shot through the back of my right knee brought me down painfully and loudly. I turned quickly, best I could, yelling for my partner to duck before I killed a soldier on the first roof above us. As he went down, another popped up, firing only one shot before I aimed to easily unload another shell on him, too.
My partner staggered to his feet from where he covered, back to the soldier, clutching his injured arm. His face never recognized any pain he felt as he continued towards me, until he suddenly stopped in his steps. His eyes grew wide as his mouth gapped open as a bullet sliced through his flesh and spine. His head lulled back as blood poured effortlessly out of his mouth; his body flying violently to the cold concrete surface.
I fired my shot.
An explosion went off somewhere in the distance. I didn't even notice. I heard someone gasping and saw droplets of water gleaming speckled on the ground from where they fell. It took me a while before I realized it was myself making the noise and the water came from my eyes. Something I had never done before.
I lay down on the roof, breathing heavily, glowing from fires of a nearby building, and never took my gaze from the boy that lay dead before me. Pain from open wounds were ignored along with the pain in my head and chest from having to watch my friend die. I watched the red swirl around him grow larger and larger, knowing soon of the silence that would overtake me.