It's dark, and I've been sent my reinforcements. We are behind enemy lines, equipped with pocket flashlights. The glow is strong, strong enough to make signals to allies, but strong enough to get us caught. I raise my hand in a silent halt. I've spotted the enemy, and we are in their back yard.
We freeze, and then I spread my forces out. We are going to ambush them in a quick attack. I run into a shrub and hide, silently. After I am settled, I flash the signal, GO!
Shots ring out in several direction. I see the enemy scatter, we now have the upper hand. We manage to hit many enemies, but they quickly regroup. I spray bullets into the encampment and manage to make their forces spread thin. I hit a few, but the respond with a few pellets of their own. I duck in time, but one of my comrades is hit. I motion for the medic, but he's nowhere to be seen. I curse.
"MEDIC," I scream!
He's not coming. It's over, our ambush did its job. Satisfied I call my men to fall back to the cliff. We regroup at the river, and follow the fenceline back to the cliff. I notice the eeriness of the scene, as we approach the cliff, strange. I crouch, but I'm too late, shots ring out. Surprise attack! I'm hit, and is forced to respawn. I'll need to be fast. I'm needed for the battle!
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Woods War (short story)
ActionIt's summer, and school is out. For the urban kid, Luca Serrano, his cousins woodlands property is the best escape. Join him as he wanders the woods, fighting the odds against him.
