Sometimes, my good memories were like distant dreams. This wasteland, full of nobodies- heads with no bodies, actually. It was horrific, you could see the mushy giblets of meat fly through the air when a rocket was launched, or even the instant realisation on someone’s face when being demolished by fire. Their screams kept me up at night, the images kept me up at night. I was scared, petrified. I was in a sea full of predators, hiding behind a miniature crate. I squeezed my hat to my chest, my only source of protection, my only comfort. My shotgun disappeared in the heat of battle, I couldn’t even recall when it happened. The only images in my mind were the ones of Spy, when I witnessed his last moments of life. The only sounds I could hear, …show more content…
However, facing death face to face wasn’t what I was expecting to do so early in my ‘career’. I was amidst the battlefield, head to head with the enemy Scout. I would have loved nothing more than to be the ever loving shit out of him- to show him that I was the better scout, that Red Scout would always be the better scout. I would have one, I would have. I underestimated him though- I underestimated his team. The blue’s teamwork was unanticipated to say the least. I was definitely not expecting a medic to join the battle- in fact, I was almost 100% certain he would not. I wasn’t smart at all, and I just assumed he wouldn’t assist a …show more content…
I was frozen in place, I was petrified, I felt fucking stupid. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, I could even feel the strain on my eyes from holding my eyelids open so long. My weapon, slipped from my hand. It was pointless, That’s when Spy came along. He silently snuck up behind the two, not even making a sound. He executed the medic- a smart move. The enemy scout backhanded Spy- he noticed the medics lack of presence instantly. The monster would not relent on Spy, and all I could do was stand there and watch, afraid. Spy gave me a fleeting glance, shouting at me to run. I didn’t. I couldn’t. His next words, were silent to me. The Scout, ever so quick with his movements, managed to snatch Spys knife from his pocket. Tackled him to the ground, and proceeded to stab him over and over again, not even stopping when he ceased to move. There was a crimson puddle of blood forming around Spys body. Scout, who was now satisfied with his kill, sluggishly rose to his feet. I felt numb, my feet wouldn’t move- I was just ogling at my teammates lifeless body. Only when the blood covered Scout stalked towards me, with a twisted smile, did I even think to
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BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
killed the solider he begins to regret that he killed him. He looks at the
I glanced behind a small ridge behind the hill and see two enemies lined up for easy shots. I knocked down both of them, my suppressor ticking with every shot that came out of the barrel. A machine gun shot in the background and I got an indicator that my friend was knocked down; I peek my head out and saw him running along the wall of a building. I took a few quick shots at the enemy and then prone out, my hands sweating as I looked at the top right corner to see there was 2 other people still alive. I tried to revive my teammate when I suddenly heard a flurry of gunshots behind me and my health bar turned red to indicate health below 20 percent. I turned around and shot the guy quickly as my teammate bled out. I lay back down prone and took a first aid kit and some painkillers. I looked back up at the player count, two more alive. It was me and one other person. I started to loot a couple of bodies when I heard
My counterattack swung him around and I pinned him down to the dirt by his chest. This was it, this was where he would meet his end. I grabbed my dagger, raised it high above my head, and brought it down with enough force to kill any man, but all that happened was a quiet ‘chink’ as the blade struck his armor. I looked at the blade, surprise and anger swelling up inside of me. It was rusty and blunt, there was no way this would hurt the soldier who was strong enough to kill my precious son.
Crying, I recall when I said to myself, “I will die!” I couldn’t think of anything else. I was locked in a small and dark room for two consecutive days, I was starving, and there was no one there to help me. Simply, I was frightened and worried about how I am going to get out of this room alive, although there was a war going around the whole city.
A personal monologue is when an actor speaks alone and says a personal story that relates to the scene that is about to happen. The director’s decision to add in the actor’s personal monologues was important because it required the audience to connect the topics of the monologues to the play. It also required the audience to connect the play to real life experiences and to match the actor’s personality to the characters.
When it was my turn to shoot I felt the rough texture of my gun as I lifted it up. Looking down the barrell and steadying it out, taking a deep breath in. Then I yelled pull as I observed and followed the orange clay target that flew up in the sky. I squeezed the trigger when I was right in front of the clay target hearing the loud bang go off. As the shot went off the shell had sent many soaring pellets into the air. The target had shattered in a thousand small pieces as though its life had just ended. I lowered the gun and smelled all the smoke that had been released. At that point I realised that ear plugs were as needed as much as oxygen was.
I went stiff in his arms because I was only called when I was younger. I turned to find Lloyd gone once again. I huffed and thought “Why does he do that? It’s so annoying". I walked away towards the gate of our borders and saw the soldiers were also on patrol. I find it dumb that they would also be on patrol even though they know I wouldn't let anyone harm them because my brother's family is with them and so is Aaron's daughter and wife.
As soon as I had done it I saw the consequences immediately all fighting had stopped and all gazes where on me and my trusty gun there was a peaceful silence for a few seconds that felt like forever but it was broken by my gun hitting the floor I must have blacked out body running on fear because the next thing I remember is Banquo standing over me in our sleeping quarters with eyes that glistened with
“You better come in dear.” After that mission me and the pilot returned to England. Apparently I had been shot in the leg during my run and it fatally injured my leg. I was stuck in the hospital when a group of agents came through my
This war-torn land shows nothing but death and the dying. The ground is muddy from the rain, it’s dank and sodden. Up above the trench line is barbed wire and … nothing else. No birds, no animals … no people. A few dead bodies of the brave men going to assassinate the enemy by night fall, but stopped dead in their tracks, they got picked off by the sharpshooters. No! No one ever makes it! Never! There is a constant sound of gun blasts and the sound of explosions from the grenades. The dark is lit up by the flashes of the guns against the silver clouded sky. Nobody dares to look up for more than a few seconds otherwise they will be taken out.
“One afternoon, my driver and I were coming down a hill, and all of the sudden, we heard gun shots that were coming down the air from a shooter on a helicopter. Our harts were biting as hard as they had never done before. It was a very intense and dangerous moment, that through the entire time, I thought I was going to die. That was all that was in my mind. However, my driver managed to get away from the helicopter and stopped until we were safe.”
I was lying in my own filth, being tied up for several days, without being able to go to the toilet; it's not a pretty sight. My body was slowly wasting away, no food, and only drops of water I couldn't cope. I could see my team-mates, my friends, slowly going insane. They were talking in there sleep, screaming for freedom, but what was the point. The guards treated us like filth, something they'd stepped on and couldn't get rid of. I could see their point though, we killed their friends, and so they determined to kill ours. But I had to escape, I was the only sane one in there, my mind was at ease. You see, everyone else was going crazy wondering about their loved ones, but I had no one.