Eye of Evil

Chapter One: The Flight

June 6th 1944
6:30 AM

It was the dawn of the invasion and the American soldiers of the 1st Infantry Division had just landed on Omaha Beach Beach. The beach is covered with dirt from the explosion of artillery from the army while the soldiers are crawling or running across the beach to stay out of the gunfire of enemies' machine gun fire.

Soldiers are fighting to stay alive in this nasty hell of the beach. Many soldiers were exposed to gunfire from the German bunkers, and many soldiers were either injured or killed by artillery, and machine gunfire. They rather lose their arm or legs blow up to bits leaving nobody to fix back to gather.

Soldiers are terrified that they will puke their guts out on this hell beach, and they are shaken or wounded from gunshot wounds around their bodies as they will quickly bleed out to death.

Their bodies are now mangled corpses left during the heated battle on the beach. One of the soldiers was a young man named Private Reed. He has blue eyes and brown short hair. He stood about six foot one, and he was terrified like a deer in headlights.

He is covered in dirt and blood on his face as he watches on in horror as the soldier keeps on advancing towards the beach bunkers. He looked at his dog tags while in cover from the enemy's gunfire from the bunkers. As he looked at them it said, Private William B. Reed.

It was his dog tag as he gripped them tightly due to the shock of watching his soldiers die right in front of him. Private Reed's hands trembled as he stared at his identification tags, the metal glinting in the harsh sunlight.

Fear gripped him tightly. His heart pounding in his chest as he contemplated the possibility of meeting his end on the desolate beach. Suddenly, the sergeant's voice sliced through the air, barking out in hateful fury to order his troops to get moving.

"PRIVATE! GET MOVING NO-". Before the mad sergeant could finish his sentence. A deafening explosion ripped through the air, causing Reed to be thrown to the ground.

He felt dazed and disoriented from the blast as he coughed up blood from his mouth. Reed slowly rose to his feet and made his way toward the epicenter of the blast. His eyes are wide with shock and disbelief as he tries to adjust his sight from the heated blast.

He looked to his left and saw in horror that the sergeant was blown to hell by the explosion, resulting in his right leg and left hand being blown off deadly as his mangled body exposing his organs and lungs from the explosion as his face become disfigured and burned to a crisply corpse as he is missing his left eye, and his uniform ripped to shred and burned by the Nazi artillery.

"Private Reed, Move out! We need to take out that bunker now!" a soldier shouted at a corporal named Bates, who had a knife scar on his right blue eye, and messy hair under his metal helmet.

"Fuck no!" Reed shouts at Bates because he is as frightened as a cat.

"Then fucking stay here!!" Bates shouted back at Reed but he ended up dragging Reed by the collar of his combat shirt as they started to run across the beach together as Reed started to run with him.

"Reed, stay with me," Bates continued as Reed started to run on the beach as hard as they could to reach the German line to take out the artillery and take the beach off the Nazi's hands.

They had to get off this godforsaken beach, but Corporal Bates was mowed down by the Nazi's machine gun coming out of the bunker window that had the entire view of Omaha Beach Corporal Bates collapsed onto the sand as gunshots wounded his entire chest. He was bleeding out a lot, struggling to breathe as blood came out of his mouth as blood spilled on Reed's face. Bates struggled to find the words as he was wheezing and choking on his blood as he struggled to breathe, Bates touched his own throat covering it in his blood.