WW1 The Trenches

No-mans land

Rhys

There couldn't of been a worse time for the whistle to be blown, Rhys glanced at Justin, he was staring into space. So Rhys grabbed him and pulled him out of the trench and into the gunfire. He dragged him into no man's land, hoping that we would live to see the next day of gunfire.
Time seemed to slow down for him. His mind wandered to places it shouldn't be when getting shot at. 'I should be thinking about how my life should've went, what I didn't do in life' he thought to himself.
But he was thinking about how pathetic his life would've been if he died here which he most likely would. Even if he survived this battle, he would be greeted with another battle. If he died here his life would be meaningless.
He looked back at Justin, his best friend, looking for some kind of salvation from this philisophical hell.
All he saw was his best friend, traumatised, being dragged along a muddy wasteland, with an injured leg.
'Wait! An injured leg? Justin got shot! How did i not realise.' He dragged him to a crater (probably created by an artillery shell), and layed him down.
"JUSTIN THIS IS GOING TO HURT" he yelled over the constant gun fire. Rhyd ripped a part of his sleave, and tied it around the wound, to stop any more blood loss.
Rhys looked at Justin as he layed there, gritting his teeth threw the pain, and then Rhys realised, if he was going to die... it was going to be for him.
He looked at him for possibly the last time and whispered to himself "You better survive this you bastard" and picked up his gun, and ran into hid impending doom.

Justin
Everything was blurry, all I could make out were shapes, artillery and mines going off, shortly followed by mens screams. There was a searing pain in my leg, yet I found myself to weak to grab my leg.
I just laid there, hoping I wouldn't die. I noticed a particularly large shape stand over me, it stood there for 10 seconds then... ran off, I tried to follow the shape In the blurriness but my leg seared with pain. I clenched my teeth and grabbed my leg and screamed "AHHHHHHHHHH".
I slumped into the mud and as my eyes slowly closed I could just about make out... The shape running toward the gunfire....
Then blackness consumed me.