War On The Streets (a War No Human Will Witness)

CHAPTER 3

In Hofle's quarters he explained his plan to go out into no man's land and see if the last squad that ventured out holds anything that could help them. "So you watched that?" questioned Wilhelm. "Of course I was paying attention, do you take me as a simple child who refuses to watch, pay no attention to the squabbling beside me?" Squawked Hofle.
"I didn't..." but Wilhelm was cut off quickly by the captain, "You didn't mean anything by it, either way give me 10 flutter ups."
"Yes sir."
"We will leave 30 minutes after nightfall, we must look for the bodies and search to see if, like I said earlier, hold anything of use," informed Hofle.
After a short while of telling us where the bodies most likely are and planning our tactics we prepare for hours of waiting. During the wait there was a total of two shootouts, we however were told not to interfere incase we died and can't do the job. So the time came. We set out quick and quietly. All was well until, click, we looked across to Thomas, a rat had snuck up on him, a knife stabbed into his jacket, hitting his button saving him, but not for long however. Quickly the rat moved his blade to Thomas' throat, a quick woosh, blood poured down his neck, he was resilient though, not screaming, knowing that would alert both sides and start another shootout causing more casualties. He slowly fell, his heavy breath lightened, the rat let go of his body, stood higher, glanced at us, slowly stepping sideways, obviously waiting for a window to rush. Click. The rat froze up, his silhouette shaking, he looked down, we all soon realised what he had stumbled upon. Slowly he looked back up, tilted his head and chuckled. The rest of us shouted in unison, "FU..." BOOM, we were all blasted back, except lucky old Hofle, he had scurried away back to base during the murder of Thomas. I however was not so lucky to escape, instead I was blown into a pot hole, blood had splodged onto my face, the thick red blood and the stained white feathers of who I guessed was Wilhelm blinded me, his bodily fluids waterlogging my wings. Sudden bangs burst into existence, bullets flying past, the air pushed onto my face. I didn't know what to do, I had no control over anything, I.... I, I started crying, the stars stained red through the blood in my eyes, to some it may've seemed as if my eyes had been blown out and my own blood flowed out my sockets. A soft grip took hold of my wing, I heard a voice, grainy and cracked, it chuckled and said, "your first time ay mate. Don't worry it won't be spent alone, I'm Murray..."
"Ben Murray? You went out with captain Hyson, got rammed by the metal beast." I interrupted with.
"yeah that was me, wait until the shootout stops take this and run back to base." He placed a note in my hand, wiped the blood from my face and pulled me close, and started to sing, "And then the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we looooooooooooove, grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from abooooooooove, " he then spoke gently, "but if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all." His song calmed me, it was nice to know that even so injured, he prioritised me. The shootout stopped, we waited 30 seconds and he told me to go. I tried to get him to come along but when I turned back round, he had blood spilling out of his mouth, he layed still. I wiped my brow, cleaned my beak and rushed carefully back to our side of the at the last stretch I proceed to rush without care and leaped onto our trench. I DID IT.