The Lost Slodier
"It was 1786 September, we where going to celebrate the 12th anniversary of The Minute Men."
A voice said from a dark corner in the bar.
The voice made a deep breath to continue "I was with some friends at one of their houses, they were having a back yard BBQ."
After that small sentence almost everyone at the bar was listening at that point.
"When we were all drunk for the night I was beginning to head home, but before I could tell them I was leaving screaming came with ecos, I was not drunk after that."
The Voice stopped for a minute, he had everyone's attention at that moment
The voice takes another deep breath and says "we ran in the direction of the screaming but with no idea of what was happening or why, but we were trained for stuff like that."
"But we were running into are own deaths, it was over 30 men I saw there uniform. It was Russians everywhere, everywhere I look in front of me was Russians, shooting houses and vehicles, people. It was a massive army of Russians in a neighborhood."
"EVERYBODY WAS DEAD!!!"
The Voice told with a ruff scream.
And then he said "But of course I was at the last inch of my life."
"I was under a small pile of dead bodys."
"Two days later they found me slowly dieing under the body's."
The voice finished his story with one last sentence saying "I was saved but they never found any Russians I thought it was strange so I tried to find them myself."
