AWAKE! Gun fire not far from me. The year is 1890, The Utopia Mutant War. A loud yelling for a far "One by one dead, a great army and now all dead. They must, they should have known their own fate when starting war. Bloods on there hands." Sounds like a mutant to me.
Has my side that has gain this lose of a long war? I look around the humans laying by me. Dead for all to see. Gun fire by me has hit mutants in the 5 km way. Did they lose, why can I not remember if I'm human or not.
I grab the the gun closes to me, I start paint the floor with crimson mutant blood. Showing off why the army pays me to fight, behind me was a group of mutants close to running way. They seem to be scared to see me kill mutants, as if I was one myself.
I turn to with only one thought, kill mutant scum. More mutants blood slip all around me. One mutant use there ability to teleport behind me, "You forgetful fuck, killing your own. You are no worst then the people who made us." Then lead to head.
AWAKE! It seems like my surrounding was made up of dirt, with no memories on how I ended up here.
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Dystopia The Story of the Damned
Short StoryShort story I written when upset or sad. They are a look into my own mind. I started this when I was 16 trying to explain to my friend how I view my own life. Doing Things Real People Do was that story and from here I wrote more stories into my mind...
