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𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍
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I flinch.
Gunshots ring out. Explosions deafen my senses.
A familiar burning sensation encompasses my chest.
I quickly work my way around the rock I took refuge behind.
Screams of agony plague my mind.
All I see is red. Men and women alike.
Some dead or half alive.
Homes that once homed bright families crumbled down due to the hatred of humans.
Humans who don't get the power they seem to think they deserve.
War. This is war.
Nearly a year ago when I thought about the war I thought of the stupid politics behind it, the endless lives lost because someone couldn't agree on something.
But being a part of it and witnessing this horror only angers me.
This is what war does.
I tighten my grip on the shotgun I was given as if it would protect me.
My legs bolt to the next covering place. Like second nature I press my back up against the once town cafe's wall and look through the shattered glass.
Two men in black uniforms scanned the perimeter, not yet seen the women watching them 5 meters away.
I slowly raise my gun pointing at the taller man of the two.
That's when I notice another man. A man in a green uniform.
My uniform.
The taller man raises his gun. Not towards me. I shuffle to see past the fallen table.
My lungs constrict when I see the familiar head of hair.
I couldn't scream as he shot him. 12 continuous shots.
