Tales of an Four-teen year Old Writer. Ch.2

When Shan got me back to my tent, he gave me a ice pack as he took out a cigar. I sighed and looked at my AG-043. Shan looked at me and sighed.

“Look, I know Jason is a asshole. “ He told me, smoking his cigar.

“But, he can't treat his men like this!” I told Shan.

Shan sighed and growled. He grabbed his LR-300 and gave it at new clip. He tossed me a clip and I reloaded my rifle. The sirens went off and all I laying on the ground, blood dropping on the dirt. Pain was shocking though my body, I slowly got up and saw an gunshot wound. I couldn't find my weapon or Shan, had they been blown to bit? I could fire gunfire, I ducked down and looked around. I was found a what I thought was a dead furkin and clawed over to the body. I saw they had a LR-300 and pulled it out of their grip. They woke up and quickly punched me. I yelled in pain and tried to aim at them, but they knocked riule out of my and and tried to stab me. I rolled out the way and got up before they held me down. The furkin grabbed the LR-300 and aimed it at me, I quickly punched them before they fired the shot. I held them down and grabbed the rifle, aimed at their head and firing.

I have never killed anyone. Sure, I killed people in video games. But never in real life. Have you ever seen someone’s head get blown to bits? I have, and it’s not a pretty sight.

I wanted to puke, the blood from the furkin was on my face. I quickly ran, seeing bodys of kids, furkins, body parts, and the hell-hell-lof war. I saw Shan and ran too him. He ducked behind some rubble and I ed in his cover.

“What the fuck is going on!?” I asked Shan.

“Attack! The Battle of Texas.” Shan answered.

I looked over cover and saw the group of furkins slowing walked towards as, giving us heavy fire. Shan got out of cover and fired at the group, taking down one of them.

It happened too fast.

Shan was shot through the chest and into the heart. I watched as his body fell to the ground. I could feel the tears running down my face. I gritted my teeth and got out of cover, firing at the group of furkins at the animal that they are. I got back to cover to reload then I heard an explosion. I looked at the group and saw nothing but furkin limbs and bodys. I saw Jason behind me.

“That’s the last of them.” Jason told me, lowering a RPG.

Jason looked at me.

“Oh, I thought you were dead.” he told me.

“But Shan is.” I told Jason.

Jason didn't even change his look.

“Take off his dog-tags, we’re moving bases.” Jason told me.

I looked up at Jason and started sobbing.

“Moving bases! We lost God know how many kid were killed!” I yelled at Jason.

“WE ARE MOVING BASES, THAT IS A ORDER!”Jason barked at me.

“You and you’re new base can fuck off!” I barked back.

Jason grabbed me.

“Return to you’re tent and pick up!” he barked before dropping me.