I walk through the crowd of soldiers in matching red and blues. I have been at this camp since my parents died in a car accident, and out of all the soldiers I have ever seen in my lifetime, these soldiers are different. These soldiers don't blink, they don't speak to each other, unless spoken to by high authority. It's as if they're almost dead.
When I walk by the, I make sure no other officer or any soldier of authority is watching before I step right in front of the soldiers. They stop, rigid, their dead eyes not focused on me.
"Salute, Soldiers." I command them watching their every move. I want to test if they have a little bit of life left in them.
They salute, their hands moving too agonizingly slow up to their heads. All in perfect unison.
"Where are you headed, Soldiers?" I ask them, scowling.
If my patronizing stare gets to them, they're good at hiding it. Like a robot, they all say, "To the security room, sir. As you requested it, Commander" Their monotone voices send sinister chills up my spine.
They think I'm my twin brother. I play along
"Yes, right." I signal them to let their salutes down. They all do as I say. It's like they are all controlled by one mind. I look around one more time to make sure no one is around still. "Keep it going."
Before they leave, I prod one of the soldiers. When I do, just as I expected, the little white piece of paper... so small, you really have to be watching for it... falls into my hand. These soldiers are dead.
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The Soldier
Science FictionAfter the Terra Apocalypse, the only remaining country in the world is the country of New Rome. New Rome is in civil war with itself, divided against the North and South. Every time I close my eyes is the same. I see a boy in my dreams. A boy who...
