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Chapter 7: Wounded
After about a half hour of trading bullets our team came up with the idea of surrounding the Martians. We spread out. This was a mistake. There were a hell of a lot more than just seven of them, there must have been thirty.
They had us divided. The first of us to die was Frank. I saw him go down with a bullet to his neck.
This only made me try harder to get at them, I had tears going down my face, now they had taken two of the people I cared about.
Then I saw one of them, running for the cover of a crater. I ran at him and when he turned around to check his back I let a bullet fly and it hit him squarely in the head.
Suddenly bullets pelted the ground next to me, and I dove into the crater after the dead man.
I peered over the crater edge and fired at the red armor coming towards me.
Click. Click.
I stared at my gun. I was out of ammo. I patted the pockets of my vest
but only found them empty.
"Dammit!"
I slid down a little ways and came to rest next to the corpse of the Martian soldier. I reached into his pockets searching for a weapon of any kind. But like me this man had used up all his ammo before finally getting shot in the head.
I sighed and rested my chin on my chest.
I couldn't end. Not like this. For the past years, my entire world had been about destroying the Martians, and now I was sitting in a crater, weaponless and alone except for the body of a dead man. I looked up at the yellow sky.
Night was approaching fast. I crawled back up to the edge and looked for the other Martian soldiers. They were gone. I lay back down on my stomach.
My only guess was that they were laying in wait for another supply ship to ambush. My head shot up.
The supply ship! of course! The craft had supplies: ammo, rations, and a radio. Then I thought of Abby. I hoped that she had stayed hidden in the supply craft. I didn't want to see her dead too.
Again I looked over the edge and this time looked to where the supply craft had been. There it was sticking halfway out of a land mine crater.
I allowed myself a smile as I lifted myself over the edge of to crater. I rolled down the rest of the way to flat ground. Then made a run for it.
In seconds I was crawling up the edge, but before I could dive into the crater, I heard the sound of a gun going off then the sharp pain of a bullet entering my side and another in my shoulder. I rolled limply to the bottom of the crater, and lay there staring up at the darkening sky.
I could feel my wounds pulsating. I tried to move my arm but failed as the movement caused the wound in my shoulder to burn like hell fire.
I cursed and rested my head back.
Closing my eyes I wondered if I could make it out of this one. I must have lost consciousness, because when I woke up the sky was black and littered with stars.
It should have been darker then anything out here but somehow there was a light coming from the area near my feet. I peered downward as best I could... and saw an angel.
Many thanks to Great Beta Reader foo.
Please review!
Chapter 7: Wounded
After about a half hour of trading bullets our team came up with the idea of surrounding the Martians. We spread out. This was a mistake. There were a hell of a lot more than just seven of them, there must have been thirty.
They had us divided. The first of us to die was Frank. I saw him go down with a bullet to his neck.
This only made me try harder to get at them, I had tears going down my face, now they had taken two of the people I cared about.
Then I saw one of them, running for the cover of a crater. I ran at him and when he turned around to check his back I let a bullet fly and it hit him squarely in the head.
Suddenly bullets pelted the ground next to me, and I dove into the crater after the dead man.
I peered over the crater edge and fired at the red armor coming towards me.
Click. Click.
I stared at my gun. I was out of ammo. I patted the pockets of my vest
but only found them empty.
"Dammit!"
I slid down a little ways and came to rest next to the corpse of the Martian soldier. I reached into his pockets searching for a weapon of any kind. But like me this man had used up all his ammo before finally getting shot in the head.
I sighed and rested my chin on my chest.
I couldn't end. Not like this. For the past years, my entire world had been about destroying the Martians, and now I was sitting in a crater, weaponless and alone except for the body of a dead man. I looked up at the yellow sky.
Night was approaching fast. I crawled back up to the edge and looked for the other Martian soldiers. They were gone. I lay back down on my stomach.
My only guess was that they were laying in wait for another supply ship to ambush. My head shot up.
The supply ship! of course! The craft had supplies: ammo, rations, and a radio. Then I thought of Abby. I hoped that she had stayed hidden in the supply craft. I didn't want to see her dead too.
Again I looked over the edge and this time looked to where the supply craft had been. There it was sticking halfway out of a land mine crater.
I allowed myself a smile as I lifted myself over the edge of to crater. I rolled down the rest of the way to flat ground. Then made a run for it.
In seconds I was crawling up the edge, but before I could dive into the crater, I heard the sound of a gun going off then the sharp pain of a bullet entering my side and another in my shoulder. I rolled limply to the bottom of the crater, and lay there staring up at the darkening sky.
I could feel my wounds pulsating. I tried to move my arm but failed as the movement caused the wound in my shoulder to burn like hell fire.
I cursed and rested my head back.
Closing my eyes I wondered if I could make it out of this one. I must have lost consciousness, because when I woke up the sky was black and littered with stars.
It should have been darker then anything out here but somehow there was a light coming from the area near my feet. I peered downward as best I could... and saw an angel.
Many thanks to Great Beta Reader foo.
Please review!