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Life Of A Spartan. Chapter 2Chapter #2
Where did everyone go...?
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" "Has everyone evacuated?" "Yes! Now let's go!" "GO GO GO! COME ON!" "WATCH OUT!"
*In mind* "Lucy... Can you hear me? I'm sorry for not paying attention to you... Just please, help us!"
"Hello there, Winter. Make a left at this turn and straight ahead is the exit." she said smiling. *Both me and Sarah shocked but continue running* "LUCY!" we said happily. We turn left and right dead on, we saw the exit. "RUN! GO GO!"
As we ran the door started closing on us slowly. "JUMP! We'll make it! Trust me!" I yelled with all my might. We jumped with all our strength and made it out the exit, once we were out we ran into the forest and hid behind the concrete barriers.
Then, after we knew it, our base was destroyed. Covered in flames, dust and ashes. "Lucy, are we the only one's alive? Or should I say, Spartans?" "Hmm, it looks like I have spotted 2 survivors. It appears to be two Spartan's."
Life Of A Spartan. Chapter 1Chapter #1
What's my name?
"Winter... Winter... Wake up. Hello? Winter!"
"Wh-What...?" I said gently putting my hand on my head, feeling dizzy. As I sat up, I saw Sarah standing right next to me, looking at me seeing if I'm okay.
"You okay, Winter?" she said worryingly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just my head... Sarah... Do you ever get dreams of your childhood, like... memories that were the most special to you?"
"Hmm, well... sometimes. But not all the time... Why do you ask?" she said, as she got ready to set-up the computer.
"Well, I've been having them quite a bit lately."
"Oh, I see. Usually the UNSC Marshal's say that's a bad thing. But we're not in the UNSC, but honestly Winter... I have to agree with them this time. You might get hurt, like you did yesterday. Could you please place your feet on those two squares over there."
As she jerks her head to the side lightly. I slowly turn my body, feeling the pain rushing through my bones, I stand up and make my way,
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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