He ignored the cold, mud, and the creeping sensation of fear, and tried to focus on the task at hand. He had, after all, volunteered for the dangerous task.
Yes, they weren't just any ordinary foe. They were the aliens. The aliens, the bloodthirsty, gruesome, cruel, and horrendous creatures that had started this terrible war.
He didn't mind, however, in in his opinion - even if the aliens had come in peace - he would have enjoyed slaughtering them all, the filthy scaled beings. He was happy to have killed the seventeen foul monsters he had so far. His father had died in the initial invasion, and he would make him proud.
It had been a cold, winter night when the aliens had come, forcefully invading his home planet of T3. Hisfather had fought bravely, but in the end had been brutally murdered.
Yes, he would make his father proud.
He crawled forward slowly, staring at the ground as to not lose his footing. Tonight, he would avenge his father by killing more of the disgusting creatures.
There was only victory in store. The humans were the good guys, and the good guys always won. There was no space for failure, no, none at all.
A sudden bang came from out of nowhere, and he realized that he was no longer moving forward. Letting out a cry of defeat, he attempted to take a final breath, then lay still.
The sentry gave him a final, loathing look, and then continued to keep watch.
It would be another bloodied night.
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This was based off of the short story "The Sentry" and was written with kl3661.
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Historia CortaThis is a collection of short stories. Some of them quick, some of them not. Enjoy! ... Except for The Vampire (Etc) because it sucks xD
