I am posting this on June 6, 2020, in honor of the brave men from the United States, Canada, Britain and many other countries who risked their lives 76 years ago, today, storming the beaches of Normandy to free the world from the grip of fascism and authoritarianism. Many of those men drew their last breath that day, a day we know as D-Day. Please remember what our fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers did that day, the sacrifices they made for us, and the especially, the young men who never had the chance to have children and grandchildren.
This is a story I wrote a few years ago around this same time, when I was reflecting on those brave men and trying to picture what it may have been like for them.
Omaha Trench is a fictitious first hand account of an American soldier in the first wave to hit Omaha beach in Normandy on D-Day, June 6, 1944. This story puts you right in the middle of the action, a witness to the both the horror of battle and the small, individual acts of heroism that no one will ever know about.
As an aside, and it grieves me to have to say this, but this story contains harsh language and derogatory references that were quite common in the language of the day, and it is meant to be read in that perspective. If you are easily offended or are someone who would apply the modern pseudo-moral outrage to the events, language, and context of our history, then please do not read or comment on this story.
Cover Image is from History.com. The video clip is taken from the movie "The Longest Day", courtesy of Fandango MovieClips. If you haven't seen it, I would recommend it highly.
This is a second view point from my original story - A Different Virus - Heartfire. I highly advise reading the original book first.
Intro:
Laura was a happy child without a care in the world. She loved her parents and life was perfect. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong.
People started talking about a bad flu that was spreading and sending some into a coma. Her parents grew worried and stocked the house in case of a pandemic.
Months later another virus appeared. Her family was shocked when the news people started reporting that zombies were actually real and not just part of a horror movie. They were appearing in every country. Her parents reassured her that none of the zombie sightings had been anywhere close to them.
Her life is turned upside down when her father ends up in hospital with the bad flu and mother exiles her upstairs for her safety. She was never allowed downstairs again. Weeks pass and the streets become deserted with the exception of the red eyed zombies that wandered around.
One night she notices a swiftly moving figure with glowing blue eyes in the street below. Should she call out or remain silent? Is this fleeting shadow something that can help her or could this mysterious figure be even more dangerous than the zombies themselves?
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Ranked #1 Apr 10, 2018 (A huge thank you to all who read and voted!)
This story is copyright and built from my own imagination.
This book was a special request from someone who helped me a lot. This viewpoint has less action than the original.
The cover was made by @All_AboutAssymetry. A huge thanks to her!
Copyright September 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given.