Why Change? (Straight furry story)

46. Under Everyone

I was pondering his craftsmanship, when I heard a snap of branches."You there, come here, they've got a sniper positioned on the U-bend" whoever it was they didn't notice me, and they had a strong grip. I was wondering why they didn't detect me to be on the other side, then I remembered, I don't have my slouch hat "hey, um, I need to get a new gun, this one jammed" he looks at the gun and pulls out his radio "don't worry, I took this from an enemy" he then said into his radio "we got one with a dicthed weapon, new one jammed" there was then a muffled response then he turned to me "You're not supposed to ditch, but, the general will be here in three days to issue you a new weapon, ok?" I nod in response "In the meantime, use your sidearm"

I wait three days and get issued a new rifle, this one is the AK-47, probably because they are cheaper to make then the one I was 'supposed' to bring.

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF VEX (I know I havn't done this yet, but it provides some light to the unfortold side of this story)

I have been waiting alone for the past year, except for the occasional visiting that I get from friends and family, they don't last long enough, I'm scared, what if he doesn't make it? If that goodbye was the last I gave him I'll never be able to - oh no, my anxiety is kicking in. I'll get to sleep before I think to hard

Journal entry 16/09/ //

BACK TO THE PESPECTIVE OF CARL (I'm sorry that was short lived)

He tell me to get into the jeep just before I make up my mind to go back to the Base Of Operations. I climb into the back and the jeep takes off down the road, we get a briefing "We think we have located the base of operations. Get in. Get out. Simple as, They'll remember faces if you don't finish the job" everyone nods and the breifer turns back to the front "we'll be there in two minutes" everyone takes out their guns. I decide when we get there I'll shoot them all. Then the jeep stops, we all get out. It's dark but I can still see a little, I flick the rifle into full automatic and pull the trigger. I hear a large cracking sound which continued for three long minutes. When it stopped I looked down and I saw a gun, my gun, it started to rain, and I saw bodies pooling blood at my feet, steam rose off my gun as the silent night filled with hissing and deja vu. I dropped my gun and ran, thinking abot the dream I had.

I ran to a tree and stopped, I cried, something I haven't done for twenty years, I killed people, people that I worked with, maybe not for very long, but I worked with them. They had families, they had a dream, they had a life. These feeling of sadness built up into anger "Why is life so easy to destroy!?" I cried out in question, anger and sadness. "why?" I yelped in pain and passed out at the foot  of the tree.