The War That Never Ends

Chapter 1

Here's the beginning of my story! It's fairly short, and it's been rewritten many times so please mind the typos or inconsistencies you find! Feel free to point them out for me to fix!  

!!!WARNING!!!

This story contains depictions of violence, blood and gore, so if you're uncomfortable with that, I'd be wary of this story. There's also depictions of mental illness, hallucinations and nightmares revolving certain situations, so just be wary going through this if you're sensitive to those topics. 

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The sun casts a mesmerizing hue over a war-stricken land, making destroyed cities glow with fire-like life. Weeds grow in the hot air and push through cracked pavement. A small group of worn-down travellers push through the heat of the dusk. A rather pompous-looking man walks ahead of the group, thick white hair frizzed on the top of his head. Tall white ears sit on the top of his head, perched forward. His long elegant white-furred tail sways out behind him, swaying just above the grimey concrete sidewalk they walk on. A canteen is slung over his shoulder, hanging lightly on his side. The Animal grabs it, unscrewing the cap and throwing the plastic bottle back, only to get an unsatisfying splash of water to the back of his throat. The Animal hums in disappointment, looking back to a brunette white dude who just has his head low, sauntering forward.

"Hey! Tyler!" The Animal calls out, his stained white teeth flashing sharp canines. Tyler looks up, his green eyes meeting the Animal's blue.

"What." Tyler sounds a bit exasperated, fatigue draining his face.

"Let me drink from your canteen, mine is empty." The animal demands, Tyler twisting his face in appalment.

"What? No. It's your fault you dumped half your water on your face to brag you had the largest canteen. Dumbass." He says defensively, the Animal's face flushing red in anger.

"Just give me your damned canteen!" He demands, stomping to Tyler and grappling at the smaller plastic bottle hanging heavily by his waist.

"Stop Adrian! I said no! We're almost to the town!"The man bites out, pulling his canteen out of the way and spinning a bit to have Adrian stumble out of the way,

"Just let me have a drink!" the Animal orders, now grabbing onto Tyler's bicep and the two stopping their path to wrestle. The girl traveling with them with shoulder-length faint pink hair to show her natural blonde turns around. She scowls at the wrestling two, her hands stuck in the pockets of her pink zip-up jacket.

"Will you two give it a break? We're almost there." The girl complains, obviously much younger than the rest of the group. The tall, and quite beefy, black man that walks next to her looks down a bit before chuckling and taking a swig from his own canteen.

"Get some from James, dammit!" Tyler shoves the Animal off him and Adrian groans, his ears turning back helplessly. He leans forward and pushes his hands on his hips dramatically.

"We all know he's carrying whiskey around in it!" He groans, James' brows shooting up and he turns around to look at Adrian.

"You may be insane, Animal, but I'm not! Alcohol causes serious fires." He warns as he waves his finger at the young man, almost scolding him. Adrian just crosses his arms and kicks at a pebble. James gives a snort of laughter, seeing the childish action.The pink-haired girl scoffs and flips up her grimey hood and kicks at the dirt with extremely old and dirty white adidas. She seems to be better off on the means of clothes, having proper shoes compared to Tyler's footwraps and Adrian's jandals. James wears steel-toed work boots that seem to be holding up impeccably. "He acts younger than you, Zoey." James comments, Zoey chuckling and shaking her head, odd pale pink eyes looking up to James' brown.