I squeezed through an alleyway between
two abandoned buildings. Me and some friends were in the midst of a
gunfight. Not a real gunfight, but a play one. We did this from
time to time. I reached the end of the alley and peered out into the
snowy street. The coast was clear. I scooted across the roadway and
ducked behind a truck. Just then, a man from the other team lept
from a nearby doorway and fired several rounds at me. These were not
fake rounds, however. I laid there, bleeding, staring up at the the
snow falling softly down from the sky and melting as it touched my
face. My temperature dropped as I quickly began to fade into
darkness.
Back to the beginning.
I chose my weapon and rushed into a
dilapidated shed. I was careful. I slowly made my way out of the
shed across an open street. The ground crunched beneath my feet as I
walked; the snow freshly fallen on the gravel roadway. I pressed
against the building and slid along its brick wall towards a iron
gate. I heard a commotion beyond and peered around ever so slightly
to see if I could catch a glimpse at the situation before I decided to
charge in. Just then, a bullet struck me in the head. My limp torso
slumped over and landed in the snow with a crunch. My blood dripped
out, turning the white powder crimson red.
Back to the beginning.
I was determined. There was absolutely
no way my team was going to loose this match. I sprinted over to a
doorway and made my way inside out of the storm. Shaking off the
snow I crept down the hallway and stopped jut behind a stack of
wooden crates with some foreign language stenciled on its side.
Hearing the boots of several members of the other team racing through
the building, I retrieved a grenade from my belt. I pulled the pin
and held on tight. I lurched from behind the wooden crates and
raised the grenade, fully expecting to see a small crowd of the enemy
taken completely by surprise. What I saw instead was a rifle pointed
directly at my face and a single bullet exiting the muzzle. My grenade fell to the floor.
Game over.
Tut tut, no fiction in Creative NONFiction. Puhleeze.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if you're being facetious or not :) It isn't Fiction but my nerdier side. An online WWII shooter game. I wanted to fool the reader into thinking it was fiction or something weirder.
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