The mud splatters as the boots stomps through the trench. The deafening cracks and explosions flood the trenches. Blood flows through the trenches like a river. The young soldier, terrified, clenches the rifle in his hands. As the young soldier is running, a mortar round goes off behind him, and he falls and lands on his chest. The young soldier falls into a deep slumber. He awakes suddenly, the light blinds the eyes of the young man. He finds himself in the park asleep under a tree. He gets very unnerved by the terrifying dream he had experienced. He feels like he has been playing too many online games. But the dream felt very vivid. He could smell stench of the gunpowder and decay. The sun feels warm against his skin. The cool breeze soothes him. The young man climbs from on top of the grass, and starts for home. As he is going down the paved road a drunk driver runs a red light and hits the young man, sending him
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His comrade helps him to his feet, and realises he is bleeding from his left shoulder. A piece of shrapnel must have hit him, but he can still move it. The soldier picked up a random rifle and checked the magazine, and the chamber. It was about fully loaded give or take. He breaks into a sprint with his comrade next to him. It’s too late, they are both surrounded by the enemy troops. Both are hit in the back of the head by the butt of a weapon stock. They are now prisoners of war.
He awakes with his body stinging. Everything is in pain. The cold room chills his bones to the core. Needles poke and prod him as he lies strapped to a bed unwillingly. He tries to struggle but that only made it worse. After the “procedure” he could hear talking. They were speaking Russian. Luckily, he could understand them. They were Russian Researchers, and there were three other people other than himself and his fellow comrade. He was put to sleep not so long
His comrade helps him to his feet, and realises he is bleeding from his left shoulder. A piece of shrapnel must have hit him, but he can still move it. The soldier picked up a random rifle and checked the magazine, and the chamber. It was about fully loaded give or take. He breaks into a sprint with his comrade next to him. It’s too late, they are both surrounded by the enemy troops. Both are hit in the back of the head by the butt of a weapon stock. They are now prisoners of war.
He awakes with his body stinging. Everything is in pain. The cold room chills his bones to the core. Needles poke and prod him as he lies strapped to a bed unwillingly. He tries to struggle but that only made it worse. After the “procedure” he could hear talking. They were speaking Russian. Luckily, he could understand them. They were Russian Researchers, and there were three other people other than himself and his fellow comrade. He was put to sleep not so long