Last Stand

For the hive

Thief 

I ran, and I ran some more. I had never seen anything like it before. Simply disturbing to see something completely turn to ash. As I ran, the environment got wooded. Trees as tall as skyscrapers cluttered the grassy woods. Then, almost in an instant a sheer drop off appeared in the landscape and it swallowed me into the dark abyss.

I woke up boxed inside stone brick walls covered in vines and moss. The air was still and cold almost like time had stopped in a snowstorm. I stretched out my arms and they touched the walls before full extension. I was trapped inside of a small and cold stone brick box with very little light and limited air.

I felt around my body and patted myself down, nothing, not even my rags of clothing. Now the world started to lighten up a bit as the top of my stone prison. A boxy face with red, glowing eyes appeared above me. It put two claw like hands on my shoulders and ripped me out of the box and threw me into what looked like a pile of bodies. Hive bodies, that were moving more and more as I got closer. I'm screwed

They pulled me closer and started to rip me apart and as the sharp claws sliced threw my body, I started to lose my vision and then I noticed they were going for my spine. As they tore into me, my body felt like it was burning. And almost in an instant, I was gone.

Infantry

The trenches were the last place I wanted to be in the war, muddy and disgusting. But since being drafted into the infantry I realized that my idea of living would change forever. I would actually earn money for my family but in return be cursed with nightmares of my friends being ripped apart right in front of me. 

I couldn't ask for more or less because there was no luxury in the heat of war, only after. Boom! Missiles flew threw the air and a dust cloud blocked our vision from seeing anything five feet in front of us.

I heard screams of pain getting closer and closer. The cloud of dust started to settle and right in front of me was a black insect looking creature with eight or so legs and green liquid dripping out of it's circular mouth covered with red spikes and black pinchers. 

I stood in terror and not moving, frozen in place and shaking rapidly. But as I looked back at it, the bug was scared too, inching back on all eight legs curling into a ball. I guess the war on both sides wasn't so different at all.