It all started out unexpectedly. The storm began to get worse, sounds of the storm roared the atmosphere, with rage. Everything felt like a blur. Fog spurred over the plains of the battlefield, it was as if the battlefield was abandoned, because of silence that brought cries to each to each dead soul. I could see the soldiers getting ready, praying for there last. Time was running, fast as an earthquake destroys land within seconds. It was coming to dawn, brave troops waiting to fight for revenge, to quench their thirst of anger with fresh blood.
The storm stopped, soldiers rushed out onto the battlefield, as fast as a bull, hunting its prey. I could hear air rifles shooting from every angle, sharp like a glimpse of an eye. Vultures flying in …show more content…
The ground was scattered with body parts detached from the dead bodies: hands, arms, feet’s and heads.
All of a sudden, I had an urge of walking across the battlefield, it was an awakening response, my heart was racing fast, as I slowly walked through the jaws of death. As I was walking I stopped, it got to a point where I couldn’t talk no more. I stood still and froze in isolation and a thought, cropped up in my mind, though, I don’t mind looking at dead flesh; I wouldn’t want my flesh to be eaten by creatures. This thought was eating me inside, the sense of reality had been established, I knew this wasn’t a dream. The thought was mortally scary, that I couldn’t take it any longer. All I felt was loneliness and pain, as one day every living soul will bear such a punishment, they will taste death the true
The storm stopped, soldiers rushed out onto the battlefield, as fast as a bull, hunting its prey. I could hear air rifles shooting from every angle, sharp like a glimpse of an eye. Vultures flying in …show more content…
The ground was scattered with body parts detached from the dead bodies: hands, arms, feet’s and heads.
All of a sudden, I had an urge of walking across the battlefield, it was an awakening response, my heart was racing fast, as I slowly walked through the jaws of death. As I was walking I stopped, it got to a point where I couldn’t talk no more. I stood still and froze in isolation and a thought, cropped up in my mind, though, I don’t mind looking at dead flesh; I wouldn’t want my flesh to be eaten by creatures. This thought was eating me inside, the sense of reality had been established, I knew this wasn’t a dream. The thought was mortally scary, that I couldn’t take it any longer. All I felt was loneliness and pain, as one day every living soul will bear such a punishment, they will taste death the true