Pain. It screamed throughout my whole body. It felt like my legs turned to jell-o, and then set on fire.
I used my rifle as a crutch as I limped away from the burning warehouse along with a few others. My hearing was still shot, so it felt like there was a bee lodged in my ears.
My legs gave out once again and I fell painfully to the ground. Blood seeped into the ground from my busted knee caps and shredded palms. I wish I could kill the mother f**ker that put the bomb in there. Most likely an ex soldier from the old war.
I tried getting up, but my legs refused to move. Damn it.
I felt a strong hand wrap around my waist and turned to my visitor. It was a boy about the same age as me. His hair was dark as soot and his eyes were like honey. He also looked pretty bad.
Some of his skin was burnt and he had an awful head wound. He mouthed something but I couldn’t hear anything. Bee’s remember?
He took my arm and moved it around his neck, trying to get me to walk. Pain shot through my body again and I gasped. He stopped and moved to carry my bridal style. It didn’t hurt as bad, but it was uncomfortable. I saw him say something but I couldn’t make it out, but slowly my hearing came back.
“-elping people, over there. Don’t worry to long you’ll be okay.” His voice was deep.
It took me a while to process what he was saying until I saw some people from the building. They were being treated. Thank the skies. I would like to walk again.
“Thank you.” My hoarse voice croaked. He looked at me and smiled.
Then I think I passed out.
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