Blaze of Glory
14th June 2010
Dear Readers,
Just as the dim, yellow sun rose above the camp, there were calls to arms. Everyone grabbed a weapon as they set eyes upon a hoard of savage Croats tearing through the wire fencing.
Soldiers stormed out of the old cabins, giant guns and rusted machetes held aloft. Ahead of them stood Dean Winchester, the sun reflecting off of the giant blade and firearm he had in each hand. He stood out, so bright, so terrifying, leading the charge against the monsters, mercilessly tearing the beasts apart.
The smell of gunpowder and copper filled the air; the sound of tearing flesh and ringing of guns exploded around us. Lester Patel, who once worked in a Californian branch of Biggerson's Pie Bar, still garbed in his white shirt and grey tie combo, tirelessly fought. With his machete, he swept an oncoming Croat across the legs and decapitated it, thick red blood drenching him as he did. Taking out a few more, he charged forwards to help his co-worker, Jeff. The two, although drunk, tore great chunks out of the enemy forces.
However, before they knew it, they had been overwhelmed. Realizing their fates, they turned to each other and said in unison, "Jeffster is going out in a blaze of glory!" Even though they knew they were doomed, they sang the old Bon Jovi song, as they were descended upon.
Their song could be heard across the camp, bringing a new sense of purpose to all fighting, and, before long, the Croats were dead.
Two pyres were built high, one for the Croats, another for the fallen heroes. As the bodies of his allies blazed, Dean gazed into the flames: he would fight for the fallen. He would win, or he would die.
That was the fight that happened yesterday. God blesses Jeff, Lester and all those fallen, I'm sure.
Love,
Carver Edlund (Chuck Shurley)