Well, I rarely write stories anymore, but I was working on one before, and I just got some of it on my laptop, so I have decided to post it and see what everyone thinks
And it has cussing in:so be warned
Gunshots rang over head. The city had been invaded by filthy bitches from other cities trying to get more money. There was blood and danger lurking everywhere.
I doged a bullet as it rang over and struck the wall, shattering. This world was not safe. Danger, poverty, beggars, death, and murder was everywhere.In fact, so many people had been crowded in tiny little buildings and breeding like rabbits, this war was a blessing meant to remove the cancer of humans from the planet forever.
People overpopulated and destroyed anything they laid they're greedy hands on.
So much death, and this whole war was over money. No one knew where it had started, but it would never end, and nothing and nobody could stop it.
The war was a combination of blood, sweat, and death. Nothing less, nothing more.
I was twenty, and with the National Guard. Many soldiers had died to save our city. This country had once been the U.S. Nothing had remained after the great bombings where nothing lived. Billions of species dead in 5 seconds flat.
All the s**t-headed bastards wanted power. But nobody could have it, for the would just be assassinated if they did relieve power. I had witnessed it.
But in this country of war, nobody safe. You didn't have homies to back you up. You didn't have anyone except yourself. Every man to himself was what it was.
I had murdered others in the Guard, not knowing they were on my side, but mostly, I killed citizens.
We protected the people who didn't fight us. But we weren't unstoppable:the citizens were. You couldn't tell a citizen form a non-citizen, though. Telebans were everywhere, terrorists, murders, everyone.
I stopped to wipe the blood and sweat off my forehead with part of of a towel I found. A dirty face stared at me from across the destroyed road. A Muslim. I slowly pulled out a machine gun and aimed.
I heard a struggle, and quickly looked up. The Muslim was staring at me with pleading eyes, and I saw a dark figure running away from me. I nodded curtly to the Muslim, and she turned and ran.
"You better not show your face here again."I swore,"filth"
I shot a citizen running across the rubble toward me. I didn't bother finding out what they wanted. It was to late to have a heart. They had killed my wife and child, destroyed my house and life, so now all I had was my gun.
And now I didn't understand why I let that woman live when she was with the bastards who had destroyed me. I had been fighting 3 years now, and never let anyone live before.
I didn't have a soul:It had gone went the first human I murdered died. I didn't feel remorse or pity for anything living or dead.I was 20 and my name was Jake. I had black hair and brown eyes. the face of many citizens, but also the face of a killer.
Not one person could make a difference in the hard, tough, cruel world, and this battle was only the second out of a series of 100. When it ended, when either we won or the citizens, I would have no purpose. I had disobeyed many orders to get where I was:The middle.
Not a Private, but not a General either. The center of attention.I reloaded my gun, and ran toward an area where their looked like a large fight was happening. At first, all I saw were clouds of dust and smoke. It was 3 Muslims attacking another National Guard member.
I shot them, killing them immediately, and saw if the person I saved was okay. She sat up, dizzily, a gash on forehead. Her cameo uniform was ton and blood stained, and sweaty.
"Are you okay, ma'am?"I asked loud and firmly, kneeling beside her.
"I be fine."She had a strange accent, British probably."Where they go?"
"Dead."I stood up, and turned, walking away
"Wait!"I heard her voice."Help me out? I cant walk. Broke ankle."
I groaned exasperated and helped her up."You need to get to a shelter of some sort before it gets infected."
Yes, I know its cheesy, but that's the only part I have available now. I have to edit and change it around alot
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