The Years After

Chapter 38

The sun was hitting straight at us casting pointed moving black shadows of all of us on the black asphalt. We were walking as if in a parade, except nobody was dancing, nobody was dressed in the bright Mardi Gras colors. We were just walking, behind military tanks with straight faces straight into the battle ground. The buildings grew immensely in front of us. Dark rectangles growing from the ground scratching the clouds above as if trying to grab onto a lost dream. The city had completely died, everything was quiet as everyone was under curfew because of the battle. Even the sea was calm, no waves. Simple serenity swept over the entire city, for now. I walked in front of my team, they all were in a line behind me and we were all behind the tanks, the tanks suddenly stopped.

"Everyone stop." The voice of a woman came from the earpiece. "It is almost nine and there is no movement into the city from any of the main roads or highways." She sounded a bit nervous. "Grab onto your gun...a...d...ake...cover." She was being cut off.

I motioned to my team to grasp onto their rifles and lower down onto the road. The tanks activated their tank guns and slowly rolled into downtown and we walked slowly behind them using their metal skeletons as cover. They stopped a few blocks from the first downtown building and pointed their guns straight forward. We waited in silence for a few moments and boom! The doors to the buildings opened and swarms of Leader's soldiers marched out shooting at us immediately. The military tanks shot at them, shattering windows, bending lamp post. dropping many soldiers at once but that wasn't enough, they were coming from all around and our military tanks couldn't contain them all, we ran into the fire. Shooting crazily at all of them, dropping them like sacks of potatoes, but they had their few tricks under their sleeves, they attacked us in packs. They were wild dogs dressed as humans dropping individuals and shooting them down. I looked over to the hills, their military tanks on fire from the attacks of the X-Terminators but some found their way around, coming in from the forest into the city. As I was distracted a soldier jumped on me, he lofted my visor and took out my Bowie knife bringing to to my face. I moved over and he slashed my upper cheek. I felt the warm blood slowly flow down my cheek and I lifted my hands and grasped onto his neck, hard. I was using my strength power against him. He looked surprised as my eyes changed color, the same color as his, a deep green. The man passed out and I shot him in the forehead quickly after. One down, a few thousand to go. I took my knife from his cold and pale hand and ran, ran fast. Ran into the streets of a battleground, slashing throats with my small knife. I stopped at a stop sign on the corner of McKinney Street and Western Avenue. I was tired from running. I looked down the road and I saw five limp bodies, soldiers I had killed. I turned into a beast, but in love and war there's no rules, right? Everyone forgot where they belonged, we practiced to fight in sectors, but this was plan b. Simply attack, merciless. Kill was the only job right now. FUCK! I dropped my rifle when the soldier attacked me and I didn't pick it back up, shit. I saw one of our tanks down the road, I could probably make it alive. I pulled out both of my hand guns and ran, ran for dear life. A soldier shot at me from an alley, but he missed me only shattering the window to a coffee shop, so I shot at him back, hitting him straight in the shoulder, hey I am not bad at this. I thought to myself. I got to the tank, it was empty except for the nurse. I jumped in to rest. She handed me a bottle of water and I drank it whole.

"What happened?" She said pointing to her cheek. I was confused but then I remembered.

"Oh yeah, I got in a fight with a soldier, he's not very fond of rebels and I could tell." I said laughing.

"Lemme see." She said and got closer. She pulled out some alcohol and placed it on a cloth and tapped my wound with it, I winced at the pain, but I got used to it. She cleaned it and applied some antibiotic ointment to it, then she covered it with a bandaid. "There you're good to go. Good luck."