The Army
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The Third World War might begin soon. Imagine such a situation happening in the real world.
Pinning your back and head to the wall, or what is left after it, you try to force yourself to inhale deeper breaths in order to slow down your hearbeat before the run. With closed eyes, you try to forget about the reality and the sound of gun shots hitting your ears. But of course the fear finally gains the upper hand over the hope to get out of this. After you swallow lowering your head and rapidly opening your eyes, you find yourself laying on the ground. It must be the horror of the bloody surrounding pushing you down. But you don't even protest. Just lay, with one leg bent in the knee. Since your eyes are directed at what's in front of you, they fast catch your chest quickly going up and down. Deeply. But why so fast? You open your mouth to breathe in some more air, your nose is too small to cope as fast breathing. You shut it right away, trying to control yourself. A loud scream coming from behind you brings you back to the reality and opens your mouth again. Of course the shout happened right after someone fired a series from a machine gun. You automatically turn your head in the direction of the noise, scared of your own life. All you see are some building-like structures, but even they are deformed by the bright sunlight, which doesn't let you keep looking there, because of too much pain in your eyes. Then, you hear your group-mate talking, but you don't really catch the words. They just flow out of you as easily as the entered your head. Your head tilts delicately as you notice the person making a step. Are they leaving already? Oh no, God, please. Your gaze in a fraction of second locked on the man in front of you. The friend of yours. A brother-like, trusted person, whose presence instantly helps you with slowing down breathing and reducing the amount of air entering you. 'And are you ready to go?' You swallow again and sigh, but your shivering from fear lips don't let you say anything. 'I don't think so.' It seems like seeing him didn't help so much, if people still find you scared. This time you whole shiver, as you feel someone's hand on your shoulder. Looking to your right in search for it's owner you see your sister. Also a friend of you. Even though she's older and more respected, it seems like she is still a normal person. Her touch, remembering you of the sweet home you have always dreamed about, helps you with calming yourself. After one deep breath, you stand up and quickly jump once shaking your head, trying to get rid of the fear. Then, the sister nods to the rest of the group and you are leaving. There's no way out now. You are in the middle of the line. The first person starts running, and then all the others. As you notice the girl in front of you leaving, you also make a slow step forwards and then push youself onto sprint. You don't have any gun right now. You're defenseless. It's a good idea to run, believe me. All you see during the run is blinking sun, which first almost deprives you of your vision and then suddenly disappears behind ruins of the city, but before you see what's in front of you, except the person who was before you in the line, the sunlight blinds you again. After a half-minute long run, You finally have a chance to see where you're running. The shape of the truck starts to arrive in the distance. You've never been happier before. Now you're in a tunnel with some small windows, from time to time arriving at the height of your arm. As you're about to reach the destination, you feel terrible pain paralizing your whole body, even though it's coming only from your arm. You touch, or to be honest press the shot point, already on the ground. You close your eyes, tightening them. Just like if you were trying to disappear. There's no need to look at the wounded place, the pain is definitely caused by a shot. With lowered head, you remain on your knees and leaning on your forearm, since you wouldn't make it with your hand. Too much body weight would be cumulated on one place. Especially because it's the hurt arm. Then, you force yourself to open, or at least squint your eyes. What you see after lifting your head are the other people. Just avoiding you body and running further. Leaping over you. Circling you. But simply keeping going. It hurts even more. Being left behind is the worst pain, especially because you trusted these people. You helped them with their survival. And now what? You'd just slow them down. And you won't probably even stay alive for the next few hours. As all these thoughts go through your head, you turn to your back with widely opened mouth, noiselessly screaming and tighetening your eyes again, feeling the waterfalls of teardrops going down your face. Your cheeks hurt, but you still want to open the mouth wider. To make the silent scream seem louder to you. And then you feel it. The touch. You shiver, your eyes as widely opened as the mouth just a second ago. It's your brother-like friend. He would never leave you alone. He was the leader, so decided to go last and do the back-up. He holds your hand, and you temporarily forget about the suffering. But then you notice a dark coloured figure moving in the distance. Your friends' eyes catch it nearly as fast as yours. He grabs his gun and after you wink slowly, abused after the hit, you look at him again. There are no of the enemies left alive. But your friend is dead as well. You forget about your own pain and dig your fingers in his shoulder, shaking him. He just smiled slightly and closed his eyes. And this darkness will remain for him forever. You scream, this time loudly, and touch his forehead with yours. Crying again. Then something pulls you away by your shoulders. And you're not sure if that moment when you tried to say 'goodbye' to your best friend was just a heart-beat or whole eternity long. But you are sure it wasn't enough. You start moving, like shaking, and pulling in the opposite direction. To get back to your friend. 'He's dead already, your hugs won't change anything.' You fast recognise your sister's voice. And still with shivering lips, let her help you with standing up and getting on the truck. But you're still looking back at your friend once and once again, not sure why doing it. To check if he's still alive? To keep him in your mind? Or to keep this terrible sight in your mind? Then you tighten your eyes again and begin to cry like an infant, not looking back anymore. Good decision. It will be much better if you will remember him alive, rather than bloody and not on this world anymore.
You have just been sitted on the truck, some nurses, trying to help you with the bleeding wound. But you don't even look at them. Your gaze is frozen at the wall of the truck. You are thinking about all that has just happened. About all these who didn't leave you behind. About what didn't want to leave you, as you feel piercing pain in your wound as one of the nurses asks you to take your hand away. About these who your battalion has murdered. About these who have died during the last week. The same thing that may save you, might kill you. Noticing blood on your hand you think about how the injury slowed you down. And how much it would slow your opponets, giving you time to attack or to run away. The same thing that may save you, might kill you.
You're still looking at the wall. But starting to listen what's happening around. 'Pffft, I killed three more than you did.' You hear another soldier talking. Finding it rude to brag, you look at them and frown a little. Then, you look at your leader talking with another warrior. If I can name this quarrel a talk. A wish to promote shouldn't be told as loudly, hungrily and unkindly. Avoiding looking at these sad pictures, you continue serching for something nice to lock your gaze on. Oh, this looks perfectly. A couple kissing. But wait, isn't it the boy who was so loudly telling everyone about his girlfriend who is left far away from here? Yes, it's him. For sure. Liar. Your eyes now searching something nice again. Ah. Not yet. Now, a girl who seems to want replace the kissing one. Let's go further. Food supplies!...being eaten by one person. 'Hey, he ate more than one portion!' You would like to scream it right away. But you're too tired. And that boy has just done it for you. He's shouting at the eating one from a few minutes, it seems. In this case agression is appreciated, but you can remember easily how yesterday he was arguing with another person, and he had started the whole thing. Because of too much anger. It looks like you're not going to find anything worth looking at here. But wait a second, what's that boy in the corner doing? Just sitting and relaxing. From looking at him, even you become less stressed. But then he shouts out to your leader. 'I'm not going on the mission tomorrow!' And asked why, he replies 'I'm too lazy. '.
And then you simply sigh and look at the wall again. Would they be the same if there was no war? For sure, but ceratinly not as much. Would the pain be here? Yes. But again, not so much of it. And the death? Mhm. But you know, there wouldn't be so many murders.
It's just because the war is the mother. To all the cruelty. But if you think about it, it also gives us much good. Like strength. Physical and mental. It helps us with figuring out who is our true friend. And to strangthen in us all the precious emotions. Bravery. Hope. And we also want to help each other more than normally, because we feel the same as he does.
War is the mother.
Now look through our lead ranks and read the text once again. And between the description, try to figure out, why we call them that way.
And now it's finally time to say 'Hello' to all the unholy beings visiting this website. We're glad to see you here.
And now, after the story of War, let's finally change into the embodients of the instincts. The nature. And all the emotions, but none of them is poisoned with humanity in this case. Let's finally change into animals.
But we're something more than the beings created during natural evolution. We were created by humanity to destroy. To destroy their rivals. To destroy the disobedient animals. And to kill ourselves, because not all of us were created on purpose, honey, not all. Some of us also find their beggining in the humanity, but not in the laboratories. Some of us are only unintended side effect of nuclear explosions.
So come closer, m'dear, come closer. And get involved in the AfterWar. Because it has already begun.
So come closer, m'dear, come closer. And get involved in the AfterWar. Because it has already begun.
(c) The whole group, as well as the whole Roleplay, all the ranks, the website, the story and the maps have been created by Nala7.