The day we met again

The nightmare

Helloooo everyone!! This is my first story where the characters are....grown ups and I hope I'm doing well. I hope you like it! Also note that the military obgect, war strategies or ranking I name in the story do not necessarily exist I just based them on real ones and any relations with real people are pure COINCIDENCE. Please comment and vote! ^_^

-Melancholia

PS. I had taken this story off of wattpad due to some personal issues, but I decided that writing is what I love most so I decided to continue writing this story. I will be correcting it as I go, I hope you readers will enjoy it. Feel free to leave me feedbacks! (2017)

THERE'S A BUZZ coming from my left, probably a destroyed powerline. BOOM. The sound of an explosion resonates in my head. In my uniform-and short size-, I walk to the exit of the khaki colored tent I am in. Officially it would be called a field hospital but quite frankly, it is a battlefield itself. Not much different from what is going on beyond these cotton walls, a few kilometres away. BOOM. Another explosion, another one dropping dead.

Before getting out, I take my Colt C7-K12, I grab my First Aid bag and I verify if my HP-05 is there. Just in case. I arrange my bullet proof vest properly and hook the mini tear bombs to it. I clearly remember arguing with Sergent Melherd about the emplacement of the Medic-Centre, we could have installed it a bit further, closer to the base and embassy and made it easier for helicopters to land but the block headed bastard didn't listen. Now look at us! Everything is a mess.

It's total chaos outside the Medic-Centre. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this. Normally it would be located in a no man's land, not this close to the battle field, and we would welcome soldiers and citizens as well. The doctors would be busy of course but not running for their lives like now. The radio are booming with calls from broomers asking for back-up or a rescue vehicle. There is an abnormal amount of helicopters making the sand stay in suspension in the air. BOOM. Another explosion. Taking a deep breath and squinting, I step into the dusty surrounding.

A missile flies in the sky, drawing a beautiful curve towards the land it is about to destroy, I inhale and duck down as the ground shakes from the aftershock. I run towards a helicopter about to leave with my heart beating like a hammer. That idiot was on an on field mission today. What if something happened to him...I jumps in and grab an extended hand that brings me up with ease. I nod not looking at the face, it's not important after all. Fives minutes later we all jump out in search of survivers. I hear screaming, screaming and crying. I advance forward, it's just me. I approach the remnants of a destryed tank and notice smn crawling behind it. A body lands beside me making my heart skip a beat. Identify. Male, most probably in his thirties, in an officer's uniform. Chop, chop, Isha, keep moving. I bend down on the body and check for identification. None. This was a very bad man stealing uniforms and having unregulated haircut. I walk closer to the destroyed vehicle. From the remaining, I can see that it's a special team vehicle. I hope it's not his. As I make towards it, I feel myself being pulled back by a strong hand.

No

" Isha my darling!" The owner of the hand says. I recognize the voice. Something's not right.

"Oh Ricky!" I hear myself say. Ricky is my teammate or at least was. He died. He died. He died and that is how I realize every time that this is not reality, this is a dream. A dream I keep having over and over and over. Ever since that accident, ever since that failure. My failure.

Suddenly I feel and see a blackness approach us. Behind you I try to say but the words do not reach my lips. The darkness takes hold of Rickey as a sinister smile draws on his face. His eyes become black. Noo Rickey!!

"You could have saved me" the voice is no longer Rickey's. It is dark and cold and it awakens all the fear within me, my regrets and failures surface back as Rickey's cold and lifeless hand grips mine, "Doctor Isha."