Chapter 1
Chloe’s POV
I open my eyes to find nothing like it once was. It used to be a bright blue sky day, bright lush green grass and the beautiful flowers growing in clumps. Now the sky is painted red while the ground is spotted black, bodies lying everywhere like a messy collage thrown together. Where once flowers were are big gaping, smoking craters.
I groan as I try and get up, the pain worse than barbed wire entangling me and tearing at my skin. I want to scream louder than a thousand guns going off at once, bombs dropping from the sky and the scream of loss all around.
It used to be a happy place. It made everyone forget the real reason they were here for. The laughter of joy, the loud voices enjoying the beautiful scenery, it was so different. Now it is a dark, forbidden place where no life seems to exist. There is now sound anymore, just the sound of silence ripping through the world.
After the pain, I manage to sit up with my whole body screaming at the change of position. I look around for any movement in the vast place, searching for survivors, enemy or not, it didn’t matter anymore. I find nothing.
I remember the movement of everybody once that bomb went off. People rushing for guns, weapons, food and anything they could get there hands on, even each other. It was too late for some. The people who had the brains and a faster reaction dove to the ground, dodging the bullets that flew overhead. The war cry and the charge of the enemy made people forget all hope of surviving and made them panic. I remember the person who screamed to get down if you want to live or something like that. He’s not even alive, I don’t think. He was the enemy even. He saved my life.
I wish for someone to be alive, someone to find me, rescue me from this mess. I take the time to check myself over, regretting it instantly once I see blood bone and gore. My leg has a big split in it, a white piece showing through the blood, bone. I look at my stomach area next, which makes me want to look at my leg more. I swear I can see something that could be intestine in the deep gash. Blood seems to be forever pouring out of it. My vision swims in my head. I need a miracle, a saving one to be correct.
A saving miracle, huh. That’s something different. I smile babishly as I let life take its place as my existence fades from this world…
Luke’s POV
I wish it never happened. I wish I wasn’t old enough. I had to go. Leaving my family, my friends, my life behind was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Sitting in this place is like walking into heaven about to get taken over by the devil and turned into hell.
I sit here in the trench spying on the other side of the field, where the enemy was meant to be coming from. I absolutely hate it here. It is too nice, too peaceful to be a war zone. My ears perk up when I hear the noise of our enemy coming into the clearing, so do the rest of us. We watch them look around like they are at a museum admiring a beautifully painted picture.
Our captain tells us the plan. The perfect ingredient for the perfect recipe. We slowly creep out of our trenches, slowly crawling toward our enemy who were enjoying themselves. How could they in this series time, this is war, I wanted to scream. I then get it, why we were sneaking up, what that secret ingredient was, why we came to this spot. It was to fool, distract them, to get our revenge, nothing could go wrong. Could it? It was too late to stop now.
We open fire on the senseless lot, who are our enemy, The smart ones ducked to the ground crawling for anything to defend themselves with. Those slower got what was rightfully theirs. As planned a bomb fell from the sky. There was something wrong though. The bomb was falling on the wrong side. I run, not thinking about fighting anymore, saving myself instead. It hits blowing people from both sides to pieces sending bits of flesh everywhere. People scream as more bombs are dropped all over with only one intention, to kill all.
I see one person fighting back no matter what. They were the same as me in intentions, survive this mess. I realised that the bombs were still dropping even though there was only a handful of us left. I shouted ‘pretend to die if you want to live’ as a gunshots rang from the sky. I feel the pain slashing my skin, whipping it, like breaking a bone but worse. I see that same person duck and fall, their long hair flying out all over the place. Wait, I do a double take, long hair? Are they a she? I feel another wave of pain hit me as I slowly fade thinking of her, wanting to talk to her. Oh god, not even a saving miracle can help me, but what about her?
Young Medic, Thomas’s POV
We all walk into the clearing. They say it was a beautiful place before the war started and bombs destroyed it. Now it is littered with people, bits of people and remnants of bombs. My stomach almost starts to digest itself, at the blood and gore everywhere. The Medic team’s job was to see if anyone was still alive and treat them if they were.
I saw something move in the distance. I start walking towards where I saw it come from. I hear something crack under me. I gulp before looking down to see a body beneath my foot. I stepped right on ′ its ′ chest. I slowly but carefully make my way, trying to not step on someone’s broken body, or brains.
I make it to see a person struggling to breathe with several bullets in their chest. I gulp at the ugly sight. I try and speak calmly to the person.
“Hey, it’s alright. You’re going to be alright.” But the person only struggled beneath my hands.
“No, no. not me, save her, please, save her...” I didn’t get what he meant.
“Please tell me what you mean sir?” Still no clue about him.
“Save the girl, save her, she is the only thing worth...” He lay there gasping out words that I have no clue on what they mean. He points in the distance. I don’t get where he is pointing to or at but then I see ‘her’. I get up and run to the girl. God, she is beautiful, well would be beside the fact she was covered in blood, hardly breathing, bones sticking out of her leg and guts out of her stomach.
She looks beyond saving, my leader would get mad at me if I try and help her, save her for the man’s sake. I carefully try and pick her up but drop her instead. Whoops. Her body now looks, even more, like a mangled mess or heap.
“Hey, Alex! I need your help!” I shout out to one of my mates on the team who comes running over. He didn’t even care about the bodies.
“What do you need help with?” He asks. I sigh is it not that obvious. I point down to the girl.
“Need help lifting the dead person off someone?” He asks. I am about to rip off his head. Then again he does have a point. She could be dead.
“By the way, it is a she and she is not dead.” He looks at her and back at me like I am some crazy freak.
“Why would you bother, she would better off dead then try and heal?”
“Um cause there is a man over there who wouldn’t let me help him unless I saved this girl.”
“Thomas, be realistic, he has just been through war, survived it. She was probably the last person alive he saw. Also, they were fighting against each other. They’re enemies.” Alex finishes.I sigh. He does have a point, but still.
“Pretty please. Just help. they need help. Come on!” I beg. I hear and see him sigh. Yes!
“Fine but if I get into trouble by our leader I am blaming you. Got that?” I almost jump and shout with joy.
“Ok, I am in.”
Alex picks up the girl and starts taking her back to the tent. I set off to get the man. I take a closer look at him. A man. He looks no older than eighteen... I am able to pick him up, which is surprising as I couldn’t pick up the girl. I slowly take him back to the tent, now no longer caring what I stepped on.
