Storys

Ghost

The plane shot again, the bullets making my ears ring, muffled by the tanks blows. The wind becomes violent with each sound, forcing the dead smoke to move. I yelled, warning my comrades to flee this horrible war. They ignored me.

It was to late...

Heavy rain plummeted to the ground, bouncing off the floor as I ran to take cover in a near by barn.

Once I crashed through the doors, I could taste the horse manure in the air.

Disgusting.

As I looked around, I took in my surroundings. The wood silently creaked with the mice squeaking. The horses yelped and stomped as a mild crackling caught my attention.

Fire.

I ran out of the building while the tank crumbled and broke down. I just caught the previous plane firing shots at the barn, he saw me go in.

The rain soon became hail as a storm brews. Lightning screamed all around, blocking out my cries for help. I could taste the pollution, pathetic.
It soon made me dizzy..

I ran , I-I couldn't let them get me!
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M-my friends, they were all dead.

Their body's piling on top of eachother, stacked like a mountain. The grass was singed, with the tank demolished. The smell of blood was intoxicating, to overpowering..

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I broke down, I couldn't take this cursed reality. Tears streamed down my face as I heard stomping feet beside me.

Looking up I saw soldiers, by now my legs have collapsed and my vision blurred from tears. More of them were running past, not looking at me.

I crawled towards one of the base camp men, he look around and shivered in confusion. Trying to grasp his arm, it went right through.

I faded through him...

The blood trickled down my face from a reopened wound, the men took sight of floating blood, but not me. Not my clothes or my voice...

Just the blood.

Who am I?