Liquidation: Chapter I

a shot rang out in the night
the crowd shifted directions and flies past us as we walk towards the blast, the moon shining on our faces, the city lights, the wind against , as well as the people rushing against.
amongst the rubble and the bodies theres nothing, we creep behind buildings
searching out the regime , the gun is cold and numb in my arms, the weight becoming limbs and flesh of my own
you move ahead, the wind is getting stronger, as well as the noise from the tanks, theres not much distance between here and safe point, time seems to stand still
suddenly this place is ominous, I can hear the click of the gun behind us, synchronized we turn around and shoot straight into the noise

we stop when we hear the slight plop of a body falling face first into the pavement
I hold my ground, look towards the skies, backtracking now, we'll never make it back, I radio base while you move ahead and check the body
"shite breeze."
I reload and check the skies one more time, theres never just one guy..never just one.
we stand over the body of a two star general
"woah shite."
"how much time do we have"
" about an hour, where did this guy come from?" I kick his hands away from his gun, even though I know hes dead it still strikes anger in me
"looks like hes a slav, this guy did not come alone we have to get out of here"
"agreed"
we trek across the city, this time moving quickly, quietly...staying close to the shadows
you move ahead and I check the skies, surprise mortars for a surprise general
we both hear the high scream of a mortar and the crash into a building to our right, maybe a street or two away
I look at you, and we both instantly go into a full run, position has been given away
I throw you another ammo pack and we duck into an alley
"where the fuck are we"
" 400.68 E 37.8 N"
"fuck you where are we."
"about 4 miles away"
"we cant risk giving away the base position"
I finish my sentence and put my map back in my bag, two more screams 2 more bombs.
we make our way up the narrow alley, trash and broken concrete everywhere
I can hear the marching, too many feet, too many people for this army of two
I keep my eyes on the sky, double tap one, double tap two double tap three
the alley way ends, I can hear scattering and screaming in slav, you lean out from the wall
I grab your shirt before a stray round nicks your arm
"fuck you"
"hey fuck you"
I get on my knees slide my gun just outside the wall and aim low
and shoot an entire platoon in the ankles
its almost too easy

20 men fall down screaming and we turn the corner and finish them off, I take an AK-47 from the ground
the army is behind us
still in the lead, I keep my eyes on the stars, the sky is so big and black
I cant feel my feet
my heart goes silent
keep moving.

you stop suddenly
I run past you right into an oncoming platoon
from the alley way to the open way sliding behind a building
at least 100 bullets come flying into the wall I lean against
I wait for the noise to stop
I stand straight up
catch my breath
turn to shoot

lights out.
my last image is you being put in handcuffs, I am on the ground, all I can hear is my heart, this is worse than death
before I completely comprehend my pow training in the one second I have my eyes open I get slammed in the back of the head with a large piece of rock
my feet bump up and down on the pavement like cans on the backs of cars, as they drag us away.