The Last Standing

November 7, 2009
Words cannot describe the horror I've seen. All my comrades have fallen around me. There was nothing they could do, the force was too great to withstand. I am scared now, cold and alone. I'm worried that my fate will be the same as theirs. As I sit, I see the enemy reproach, weapon in hand. I close my eyes as he lefts loose with great force. The deathly object comes speeding down towards me. I think to myself, "I won't go down, I'm not falling like the others" but it's too late. I'm struck, knocked over. Defeated. As I fall into my eternal sleep I can hear the enemy cheering. What kind of...SICK JERKS are these people? Why are they rejoicing my death, have they no compassion? I see the gates close down on me and I rise into the air, towards that alley in the sky.

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