So I'm an idiot because my mind thinks this is more important than school and then it just won't let go of the idea that popped in my mind so I had to write it so here it is, I should really do my homework…
12. Guide me
"CHLOE!" Beca kneels down next to her friend, bullets fly around them but she doesn't care, she has to help her best friend. "Chloe, wake up, I need you to wake up" i put my hand in her neck and feel a steady pulse, I turn to Amy, who's standing a few meters the other way. "Amy, take red and make sure she's save, I'll cover you" she nods and we do exactly that. We get Chloe back to our vehicle and Amy signals CR to drive, I don't get on. Amy already knows what I'm about to do and she knows that she can't stop me so she throws me her gun which is fully loaded and my swords, I strap it all on real quick and make my way back to where the shooting came from. This is everyday business for us, this world war is no longer a fight dominance, it's a fight for survival and everyone's in it. Even innocent types like Chloe, I hate it. The Bella's are now a squad that lives at Barden, today some fuckers decided it would be a great idea to attack us, well they haven't met me yet. You hurt one of my people and will kill all of you. I get closer and see a dozen men hiding, I take my place behind a wall and start shooting heads, one by one they drop. Some of them panic and shoot back to where they think I am but they'll never stand a chance, they keep shooting until I hear some of them reloading, that's when I run for it. It's always risky but I want these fuckers dead, they hurt Chloe. They hurt the most innocent and beautiful person that I've ever known, that's what's all over my mind when I slice the necks of the remaining men and women. I got stabbed somewhere along the way but I didn't even realise it until now. Blood is flowing out of the wound as I slowly pull the knife out and make my way back to Barden, it's a few miles and I'm losing blood fast but I have to make it back fast. There are a lot of things out here that I wouldn't want to run into, it is even worse in the dark. The wolves will shred me to bits, the cold will turn me into a human popsicle and the blood will attract all kinds of wild animals. I'm limping through a random street (the wound is in my upper right leg) as what I feared most happens, a wolf cautiously makes its way to me. It's showing its teeth and I can't help but do the same while I slowly pull a big dagger from my side, it's strange this wolf is alone. There's this saying, when the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Not sure what I means but it's what my mom used to say every time something happened, we ourselves all serve a bigger purpose, the group is more important than the individual. That's also what she said when she left me behind so the group could survive, even her own daughter meant nothing to her. But if you leave one wolf alive the sheep are never save. Maybe this wolf was also alone, not that that mattered though, it still wants to kill me and I still have to find a way to kill it before I'm the one who turns into a meal. We circle one another and wait for the other to make a move, I don't have to wait long as the animal grows impatient and jumps forward. It takes me to the ground and drags its claws across my chest, I keep trusting my knife in its belly until finally, the wolf falls down. "may He guide you to your final place to rest" I mutter as I slit the wolfs throat. I slowly start walking again, all the cuts from the wolfs claws hurt like hell and that's making it kind of hard to stand, let alone walk. I'll come back here tomorrow to see if the carcass is still here, we could use it's white fur to make blankets or something. It's weird how these wolves just appeared when the war got worse, they weren't here before. Somehow they got here and formed multiple packs, killing humans and other animals. Maybe they knew that it was good for them to move their hunts over here, since there were a lot of potential food sources. Thinking has got me to the gate back into Barden, my legs give in, they know they did enough. I'm sitting on my knees in front of the impressive door. Now all I can do is knock, I lift my arm and slam my fist against the wooden gate. A load pock is going through the halls and I try to lift my fist again but I can't, no matter how long I try, I don't have the energy to knock again. I try to stay awake but soon black spots take over my vision until there is only black, I feel my body hit the ground and then it's all gone. Is this it? Is this the end, my final rest place. Oh how I would love that, don't get me wrong. I don't want to die but when I comes I'll welcome it with open arms, ready to meet the ones I lost and missed in my life. maybe then I would finally be able to rest, to put my guard down and lay down my weapons. So that I can relax and, I don't know, take a vacation or something stupid like that. Go to a place where no one knows me and no one can hurt me, a place where there is no war, a place of peace. A place where everyone gets to be happy, it seems so impossible but maybe, just maybe, it is possible. Now I can let go, knowing I saved my crew and knowing they'll make it without me. May He guide me to my final place to rest.