Brandon Yee
5/18/12
English 2
Mason 6th
5/18/12
English 2
Mason 6th
An Endless War
“You’re not gonna see your family for awhile.”
“Yeah, I know. How long did it
take you to get used to it?”
“Never, once I joined, I realized I was gonna be here for the rest of my life.”
It was a stormy day in the city of the Sco. Not a single building was standing still. Broken glass and wrecked cars occupied the streets. The time read 2300 hours. It was time to bounce back to camp. Roddy and Trademark left their posts and slowly wobbled back towards Westfield. Not a single enemy had been spotted the whole day. Roddy looked at Trademark and said, “How you feeling?”
“I’m doing aite. Shit isn’t too bad when you ain’t seen a single guy wit a gun the whole day,” Trademark pulls out a cigarette.
“Yeh, I feel it. Just you wait, days are gonna get crazy in a quick minute,” Roddy replies. “Let’s get some sleep.”
They quickly settled into a former Vans Outlet on the third floor of Westfield. Roddy, extremely exhausted, falls asleep in an instant. Trademark, on the other hand, has trouble falling asleep. He looks at the dirty picture within his wallet. It portrays his family, all happy and smiling together. Trademark grips it tightly and slowly dozes off.
The next morning, the sound of gunfire and explosion awakes Trademark. Quickly getting to his feet, he looks around the room and tries to find Roddy. He’s nowhere in sight. Trademark, fumbling his gear, goes outside the mall to his post and sees Roddy prone out behind a sandbag. “What the hell is going on?!”
“Never, once I joined, I realized I was gonna be here for the rest of my life.”
It was a stormy day in the city of the Sco. Not a single building was standing still. Broken glass and wrecked cars occupied the streets. The time read 2300 hours. It was time to bounce back to camp. Roddy and Trademark left their posts and slowly wobbled back towards Westfield. Not a single enemy had been spotted the whole day. Roddy looked at Trademark and said, “How you feeling?”
“I’m doing aite. Shit isn’t too bad when you ain’t seen a single guy wit a gun the whole day,” Trademark pulls out a cigarette.
“Yeh, I feel it. Just you wait, days are gonna get crazy in a quick minute,” Roddy replies. “Let’s get some sleep.”
They quickly settled into a former Vans Outlet on the third floor of Westfield. Roddy, extremely exhausted, falls asleep in an instant. Trademark, on the other hand, has trouble falling asleep. He looks at the dirty picture within his wallet. It portrays his family, all happy and smiling together. Trademark grips it tightly and slowly dozes off.
The next morning, the sound of gunfire and explosion awakes Trademark. Quickly getting to his feet, he looks around the room and tries to find Roddy. He’s nowhere in sight. Trademark, fumbling his gear, goes outside the mall to his post and sees Roddy prone out behind a sandbag. “What the hell is going on?!”
“Things
are getting hazy, they’re coming.” Roddy replies.
“Oh
shit. How many of ‘em?”
“Just
shoot whoever the hell you see.”
Trademark,
rifle at hand, looks out into the foggy city of the Sco. His vision is usually perfect, but
everything was a blur. He wipes
his eyes, nervously, and waits.
This sounds really cool, and I can't wait to see where you take it.
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