The Days the Stars Still Shone

“Soldier 8.4,” the colonel used to say. “Gear and leave.” So I did what he told me; I put on my gear and left to the battlefields. Ever since I can remember, the world has fought a war with them. Them refers to the very own population. Military services fought against the rebels, rebels against the citizens and the citizens with each other. I’m Soldier 8.4, a mere person in a mere world full of battle and death. This is my story and why I still wonder everyday: why do the stars still shine?

This is a short, five-chaptered story which isn't supposed to be read with the intention of having a laugh or whatsoever - it's how I imagine the world's end.

Note: Part 1 is also the part that would belong between part 4 and 5, but since repeating a chapter is kind of useless, I decided I'd skip that.