Creepypastas

Hunted

The days run together on a battlefield. All I wake up to, is the sound of mortar rounds and gun fire. Sometimes, I forget where I am, what war I'm fighting, but then it all comes back to me in an instant, the fact that I could ever forget entirely seems like a cruel joke looking at it now, all the horrible things I have seen. And heck, now I miss those mortars, sometimes I can still hear them in the distance. 

My name, is Sargent Herrick, and that is all you have to know me by. Every military in the world has it's own extra division on the side, that takes care of every little battle they don't want anyone else to know about. I was sectioned to that special little area, and I can't say it hasn't been interesting. I've seen many things, and done plenty of other things. I could tell you secrets that would put you on the FBI most wanted list in a heart beat. But that's not why I'm writing this. You see, the USA detected a Russian laboratory on this distant island, not too far from Hawaii, and naturally, it was thought that this lab was a tech research facility for nuclear weaponry, and so we were sent over to deal with this problem. And so, as you can imagine, quite a battle started. 

Now here is the problem with my line of work. We don't get reinforcements, and I imagine the Russians didn't either, but this also meant no supplement, and we had only what we could make of the canopy around us as food. This wasn't uncommon for me though, I'd been in plenty of battles like that, but this was a battle that lasted for an entire week, but ended halfway through. 

I never saw the building, personally, but I saw plenty of the trenches that they had set up. We fought for an entire day, killing at least a hundred of those Russians, just to reach those trenches. A blood bath from the moment we touched the shore with our boats. The second day was fought entirely in the trenches, which was where we killed another fifty or so. I was on the front line at that point, but after the end of the second day, I pulled back to the center of the trenches. The third day was the day of mortar fire, where we became defensive. I have no idea how many of their men we killed, but I know it couldn't have been more than they had taken from us. An entire three days of fighting, and that third day was when I finally did more than just nap. I found one of the bunkers, and slept, hoping our position would hold. I knew it would though, we had it set up as a wave formation, and an alternating sleep schedule. There was no way we were going to be defeated. 

That was the night the battle ended. I woke up to silence on both sides. No gun fire, and no mortar fire. I was perplexed at first. I pulled myself out of the sleeping bag I had set up, and wondered out onto the trenches. A fog had rolled into our battlefield, something that annoyed me. I couldn't see more than ten feet away. Everywhere I went, all I could find happened to be abandoned weaponry from my own soldiers, and defensive bullet holes in the wooden structures lining the trenches.  

This is the part where I will describe to you my exact experience. 

I picked up a gun, and began walking north, the same direction that the Russians had been camped. I followed a twisting path, hoping that I would at least find the bodies of my fallen comrades. However there were none. Eventually I came to a cross road, and it was there that I got my first clue as to what had happened. I heard a shriek, not of pain, but of anger, but worst of all, I know that there isn't a human voice that could produce such a high pitched sound. My second clue was nothing as innocent as that. From the right side came one of my soldiers, and one of the Russians. I had half a mind to shoot him, but the look on their faces convinced me otherwise. They looked to be more than just a little terrified, they looked to be genuinely horrified, and for that reason, I knew that he wouldn't be a threat. There was also a small part of my mind that told me that they were the cause of that sound I had heard. Maybe they didn't make it, but I knew they were the cause. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked my solider who was still running at me. I wasn't expecting him to actually respond, but he did so diligently.