Random future sections of stories I might make

Thingy #1

*I don't know if this will trigger people, but here's a small warning just in case: TW - talk and imagery of gore*

(Moment In Icarus)

The group walked for what seemed like hours to the village to meet up with the rest of the platoon, only to find one-third of the platoon and the rest of the 223rd MP company there.

Woods walked up towards the group's leader, "Acker, where's everyone at?"

"They went up towards Nasiriyah. A company came by, picked up some of us, and told us that the rest of us including the 223rd MP company and the two S.E.A.L.S, being you and Crawford, stay here until further notice."

Icarus walked up to Acker and his men with suspicion, "Why are we staying here? I wasn't informed of this change in events."

Frost walked up next to Acker, "Well, the whole village has been massacred by Iraqi soldiers and some higher ups believe that some people might have survived and that the soldiers might've left weapons behind. So we're basically on clean up and rescue duty along with protecting the city."

"Alright.. next time, ask Cmdr. Kranken to give orders on public radio so everyone knows what to do."

Acker nodded in acknowledgement of her request and began to lead the platoon and company into the village, Icarus and everyone else following behind.

Harned looked to Icarus, "Give the old man a break, Crawford. He barely knows how to work a remote."

Icarus shook her head with a smile, "Well it's 'bout time he learned."

The smaller group friends being last, saw the horrors of the village last.

"Oh sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.."

The streets of it were covered with the bodies of the civilians who once lived there. All windows and doors were boarded up and covered with spray painted derogatory sayings that made the troops cringe with disgust. Each and every pond or body of water was stained with the color red, but that wasn't the only thing it stained. The color stained the streets, the buildings, empty weapons, and even small toys that what looked to be children were holding were stained.

Woods hid a smile on his face looking at his comrades. The people barely looked like people, as their bodies were so mangled and maimed. Potter had a single tear fall down his face, looking at a pile of just red. Harned and Scofield looked around hopelessly for survivors, knowing that the chance of finding anyone was just a favorable dream that was extremely out of reach. Icarus stood in the street, a look of despair plastered across her face looking at everything.

Icarus felt a heavy, almost unbearable, gaze on her. She knew it was Woods. She looked over to him with eyes that could've pierced a soul, "Your glee is disgusting."

Woods' eyes widened and he felt his blood run cold. Luckily for him, Harned overheard what Icarus had said and decided to state something to get Icarus' mind hopefully off Woods and back on track.

"This is almost like what happened at Nanking."

"I don't know man, Nanking was way wor-" Potter stopped half-way through his sentence as he broke open a door to a warehouse.

"Guys, come look at this."

Everyone was greeted with the rotten, metallic smell of death before they even got to the door.

The warehouse was filled with human remains. More than the soldiers could even comprehend.

The mutilated bodies of the people of the village hanging up on the walls on hooks. The heads and organs of the people were gone, but as the group moved through the warehouse, it became known where they were. The heads of the people were in a back room of the warehouse. The organs were thrown and clumped in a pile in another room near the back.

Scofield took time to look at the bodies and the damage that had been reigned upon them. Soon enough, he began to notice a pattern. Aside from their heads and organs, a portion of everyone's spinal columns were gone, replaced with unset and faulty looking bombs.

"Potter, look at this."

Potter walked over and looked, " At least this place isn't going to blow. We haven't found any bones though, they're probably at the bottom of the organ pile." Scofield nodded his head in agreement with Potter and went back to guarding the door, Potter following suit.

After a while, the building had finally been cleared. The group found abhorrent things behind each and every door. New orders were given to the troops to finally head into Nasiriyah as they hadn't found survivors or weapons.

They walked in suit of the company and small platoon that was leading them to Nasiriyah. Staying behind only a little so they could talk amongst themselves.

"I sometimes lose my faith in humanity looking at what people can do." Potter stated looking up at the night sky. The group stayed quiet wanting to hear what he had to say. "But I know that not every person is a monster and I hope it stays that way. With the world going to shit, the only thing we can hope for is that after the fall rectitude is still a thing."

"Yeah, this war is putting everyone on edge and it's bringing out the worst in people. So many have already died for no reason, mostly being killed for the hell of it. I hope I'm not next." Woods added.

"War is hell. It's fully black and white. All of the grey goes away. That being said," Harned turned to Woods, "If you're afraid of dying, why would you even join the military? Before you even joined, 87 million people were already dead and the war was officially known as World War III. So why join if you're so afraid of death?" He inquired.

Woods shrugged, "I was drafted."

"Oh." 

After that, the group walked in silence, only speaking every once in a while. Icarus sighed knowing what was waiting for them in Nasiriyah. She wasn't planning on backing down and letting herself get cold feet. She had to keep her rank and respect as she was considered the one running the military by this point. She knew so much to the point it was too much. This included the confidential suicide mission that was bound to be her and many innocent peoples' end.

She took a deep breathe, but that didn't stop her from shuddering at the thought of it.

Thousands upon thousands... gone.

Only caused by the single push of a detonator.