𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃
in which, a girl fights for her life,
while praying to the gods to save her
and the people around her.
- all quiet on the western front
- paul baümer x fem!oc
- lowercase intended
- all credit goes to erich maria remarque...
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𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 1918;
𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
she stood next to olga as the waited in the trench, it was just as bad a olga had described in the months previously. the mud went up to her ankles as she stood there, her face one of stone as she looked down the trench, seeing the soldiers who were getting ready to march. paul was one of them.
then the march started and the girls waited before the gunfire started, making angelica jump. she continued to look on the ground until she heard victoria scream. both her and olga turned their head at the sight of the british woman on the floor onto of a body. angelica's eyes widened when she saw that it was victoria's fiancé who was in the ground, a bullet wound in-between his eyes.
"victoria." angelica whispered as she watched the grieving woman. however, suddenly, victoria jumped up, grabbing the blade from her fiancé bayonet. the other two women screamed as the jumped up to stop her, but they were too slow as victoria plunged the blade into her own neck, her body falling onto of his.
angelica choked at the sight before a captain ran up to the girls and olga managed to look past him to see women climbing onto no-man's land?
the captain passed the two a gun, "go on ladies, the men need you."
"up there?" olga scoffed and the man nodded.
"up. up. up."
angelica grabbed olga's hand as the two ascended the ladder. the two immediately started running, trying to stay together for the life of them, but only hell itself would separate them.
she always wondered about the religious concept of heaven and hell. but she was positive, that if hell was a real place, she was running in it at the very moment. it was her first time in the trenches and she already wanted to curl up in a ball and cry like a little girl. who was she kidding though? she was still a little girl.
after running for what felt like hours across the muddy terrain, over dead bodies and puddles, she ducked down near a dead horse before shooting anyone, she new she should be going after the germans to help her country but also couldn't find it in her heart to pick. so she just went after anyone.
she shot at a man who collapsed as she stood up, on the run once more, impaling or shooting anyone who got too close to her. suddenly, an explosion went off behind her, sending her through the air before she fell back down with a heavy hit, she groaned as she tried to get up, having the wind knocked out of her lungs.
