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So this is my story so far, I would love some feed back, please let me know what you think of it.

The Journey Home

 

 

 

          After a year of training in the army reserves Seth and Chris were ready to go home. There they would relax and have a peaceful summer. But they were very mistaken, for they didn’t know what was coming up in the near future.

 

          After they said goodbye to their friends back at the base they finally shoved off for their 2,248 mile drive home. After about 40 miles of seeing nothing but trees and rocks they decided to pull over and take a quick rest stop. As they were getting ready to get back into the car a truck was going by. As they started off the truck made a u-turn, naturally they didn’t really think too much of it and thought that the driver just missed a turn. About 20 miles went by and they had passed by three turn offs, but the truck was still following them. Then all of the sudden the people in the truck started to shoot at them. Seth started swerving, as caught off guard by this, and tried to regain control of the car and speed up to get out of range of the truck. But as he did, so did the truck. Seth looked at Chris to see if he was ok but to Seth’s horror Chris was clutching his arm as blood was gushing out. Chris looked at Seth and said “I’ll be fine you just drive. If you could fall back a little I’ll try to shoot one of their tires out”. Seth nodding said “Ok. There’s a gun in the glove compartment.” Seth doing what he was told and fell back as Chris got the gun out. Well in range of the tires Chris stuck out of the window and shot three times but missed. Time was wearing thin and they both knew that, just before Chris tried another attempt the truck had rammed into the back of their car. Making them lurch forward but not out of control, Chris’s arm was losing blood fast but that was the last thing on both of their minds. “I’m going to give it one more shot.” said Chris and true to his word as the truck came up for another ramming Chris shot and blew out the trucks front right tire. There was a loud bang and Seth looked in his mirror to time to see the truck flip over and start rolling. After the truck had stopped rolling Seth pulled over. Both of them got out and were walking towards the truck. On the ground near the grill of the truck they saw a man, but his face was covered up. Slowly proceeding forward they saw he had something in his hand, noticing too late that it was a detonator the man had pressed the button and Seth and Chris were blown back from the explosion.

 

          It took them quite a few minutes before they got up again. After they were both next to the car they just watched the truck burn. The day was gone and they were both too tired and injured to drive so Seth said “We’ll just sleep in the car tonight, and in the morning we’ll look through the ashes of the truck to see if we can find anything ok?” Chris nodding in agreement headed towards the front seat as well as Seth. Both locking their doors they soon fell asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Seth suddenly woke up to the rough texture of a stray cats tongue. Eyes still hazy from the awkward sleep he had, he shoos the cat away and stretches out his legs and tries to get up. Completely stiff from head to foot he has a hard time getting up, but finally does. A light fog around him he remember what happened to him and Chris yesterday. Hoping it was all a dream he looks over his shoulder slowly praying to God that the truck and bodies weren’t still there. But his worst nightmare had come to reality. The truck lay there still smoldering with smoke from the fire. The bodies still on the ground, one half covered in blood and the other in pieces from the explosion. Staring at the bodies and the truck his brain flashed back to the incident from yesterday. Each little thing seemed larger and more detailed the more he thought about it. Almost forgetting he whipped around and saw his best friend lying on the ground. The arm he got wounded was black and blue. Walking over and kneeling down Seth looked at him almost wondering if he was even alive. Pushing this thought out of his mind he shook Chris a bit and said “Hey, wake up buddy. Come on the hard part is over now. “Not stirring Seth began to panic. “ Chris.” He said a little louder. “Chris! Wake up goddamn it!” In tears now he hit Chris hard across the face. His eyes so filled with tears now that it was hard for him to even see his face. Finally coming to the facts he shouted and healed Chris to his chest and cried over him.

 

The freshly dug up ground lay at his feet. Knowing that Chris would have wanted to be buried he rather than at home, considering he didn’t have a family anymore. His shoes and hands both dirty from the hard work of digging up a grave for his friend. Standing over him he still sobs softly, the tears running down his face and dripping of his chin down to his friend.

Exhausted both from the shock that his friend had died and the fact that he was still alive, Seth sat down and just zoned out. Coming too after a few minutes he remembers what his primary objective was when he woke up this morning, search that goddamn truck that tried to kill him. His biceps sore from digging and his legs sore from carrying around his weight he slowly got up with a grunt and made his way over to the heap of metal and debris. Cautiously he approached with a crow bar in his hands.

The two bodies were lying there, one face down and the other on his side. The first body was completely bloody from head to toe. Both arms were broken; his left leg was missing and his right hanging on by some torn muscle. Flipping over the man Seth almost threw up from the site of his face. 3 degree burns over his entire face, his nose burn off, and his eyes charcoal black. Looking through all his pockets he finally found some identification. The first man’s name was Deshaun. He had been a 35 year old who had been in the army for no more than 2 months. Getting up with a sick look on his face he headed over to the second body bracing himself for what he was about to see. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough. Before he flipped over the second body he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of this man had been stronger than that of a dead skunk so he used his foot overturn the body. One site of what he saw he threw up almost instantly. The man’s face had been indented by the steering wheel of the truck and had no teeth left in his mouth. His neck had been broken in what looked like three spots, the bones sticking out of the skin and some muscle hanging off of them. Further down his body his stomach had been torn apart from all the debris and explosion. The left side of his ribs was lying around his body in splinters and his heart lungs and stomach had been burnt and cut in half. There were hardly any clothes left on him but still Seth looked in the pockets were still somewhat intact, but couldn’t find anything. Looking up he sees a card. The picture had been burnt off but his name was still readable. The second man’s name was Jehiem. He had been a 37 year old who had been serving in his army for about 6 years. And he was a corporal none the less. Still confused of what had motivated these men to try and kill him, Seth tried the cabin of the truck to see what other things he could find in there. In the passenger’s seat was a burnt part of a map, a lighter, some bullets, and a knife. Confused even more Seth kept looking around for some sort of gun that the bullets would go too, but nothing. Neither of the bodies had anything on them. So what could these bullets possible go to? Seth sat there contemplating this for a few more minutes, but soon pushed it away from his mind and looked to see what else he could possibly find. After a few hours of searching through the Cab of the truck, he decided to look in the back to see what he could find back there. To no surprise the back doors of the truck were completely melted together, but there were still holes in the doors, so he might be able to get through. The sun was setting fast, so Seth decided to call it a day and try to find a way to open up the back of the truck tomorrow. Walking back to the car his eyes automatically looked at each of the bodies and at the grave he dug for his friend. A strong wave of emptiness washed over him as he got back into the car to get some rest, and try to forget all of what happened.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

          Seth had woken up in the mid afternoon, very groggy and sleepy eyed. His back sore from sleeping in such a tight space. Slowly getting up his muscle ached and his legs were heavy, and his stomach ached since he hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Getting out of the car he stretched and moaned from being so stiff. Still have asleep he just stood there for a few minutes starring into the forest across the road, finally he snapped himself out of it and popped open the trunk and looked to see what tools were in there to pry open the back of the truck. As Seth was rummaging through the truck of his car he heard a faint shouting and whipped his head around so fast he got whiplash. His neck engulfed in pain he fell to the ground and grunted. After a few minutes the pain went away and he stood up and looked towards the forest to see if he could hear anything else. Not hearing anything he went back to the trunk of the car, but his mind was still focused on the shouting. Who was it? Why did they scream? What made them scream? These questions kept bouncing around in his head. Deciding that he really needed to focus on his own task and then worry about that later he just grabbed the crowbar and made his way over to the truck.

Standing behind the truck Seth thought about how he was going to pry this door open. After several ideas he stuck the end of the crow bar in the opening and wiggled the door inch by inch, but nothing was bugging. Seth took a few steps back to look at the whole thing. Wondering what the doors were made out of and how thick they were. Finally he just gave up and took the crow bar and started to bash a hole in the door. After several hours he made a hole big enough for his head to fit through. Feeling a sense of accomplishment he stood back and just wished he had a flashlight now. Knowing that he didn’t have any matches he stuck his head through the hole to see if he could even see anything. To his dismay he saw nothing, just darkness. Confounded he decided o just make a hole big enough for his entire body to fit through. Seth pounded away at the door till dusk, finally all his work had paid off but a little too late. Since the day was ending rapidly he just headed back to the car to rest for the night and see if all the trouble he had done today was worth it.      

            The morning came too quick for Seth, still exhausted from the work he put into that door yesterday. So not thinking that it would hurt any he just went back to sleep. It wasn’t till about mid afternoon that he woke up. His eyes heavy from the lack of sleep and his stomach protesting against his body from no food he wearily got up. Lightly slapping his face to wake up and be alert, he drug himself over to the truck again. The sun was out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which meant that he would be able to finally see what was in the truck. His eye sight still blurry from sleep he rubbed them and when they came into focus again his jaw dropped from what he saw. From the crash everything had gotten jumbled up, but from what he could make out he saw boxes and boxes of food, different array of bullets, AK47s, rocket launchers, knifes of different sorts, RPG’s, and even a few tents. This was just from what he could see there had to be much more in that truck. This being too much for him to take in he just fell over and sat there.

            Seth sat there for hours, the sky was getting cloudy, and the wind started to pick up, He knew it was going to rain. Starting to drizzle a little he got up and went into the truck. He lifted up a few things and got a trap and put it over the hole he had made. Leaned up against the side of the truck and just let all of this wash over him. He didn’t sleep that night; he just kept thinking what was going to happen to me? What was going to happen to my family? How am I going to warn people about this? How will I get out of this alive? Seth got up and paced back and forth with what room he had trying to figure out how he will use this stuff and what for.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

           

               

It’s been a whole week since the whole car crash, and it’s been two days since Seth had opened the back of the truck and found all this military equipment. Still he hasn’t been able to figure out what he wants to use all these things for. Sitting outside of the truck at the back Seth had built a fire and was warming up getting ready to cook the deer he had killed the other day. Stretching he gets up and heads into the woods for a quick bathroom trip. Stand there going to the bathroom, Seth hears a faint scream. Not a surprise type of scream of either, more of a torture type of scream.

Listening more intently he hears it again, but much more loudly. Zipping up his pants and bending down he continues to listen, clearly hearing whaling in the distance. But for an odd reason, and one that Seth didn’t want to come true, it kept getting closer. His heart racing now he ran back to the truck but kept close to the ground. Running back to the truck he kicked dirt into the fire to put it out so they would smell the meat or see the smoke. Getting inside he grabbed a small knife, three canteens full of water, an 18” Knife, a medium sized machete, a .45 pistol, a few trench coats, a foldable shovel, and a rifle. Stuffing a small bag to the top with bullets and clips as many as he could get in, and ran across to the other side of the road, bunkered down, and took aim.

10 minutes had gone by; soon 20 minutes have gone by. His arms getting tired from holding up the gun and being so tense he relaxed for a while but keeping a close eye on the truck. Getting very sleepy Seth slapped himself to stay awake. Hearing talking he puts his head down and gets in a ready to fire position fast. After a few seconds four men came out, all with what looked like AK47s. They were wearing scarves over their faces and were in green coats and pants. Their faces had cam pant on them and they had on a dark brown/green hats. Watching them closely through the scope of his rifle Seth just realized that he had momentarily stopped breathing. His heart beating so fast he had to take a deep breath and calm himself down fast.

His body shaking and his mind swimming with different options of what to do, he saw out of the corner of his eye that they were hauling out the rest of the crates. Carefully setting them down and always checking to see if someone was there each time they turned their backs. Hearing a rumbling sound Seth slowly lifted up his head to see what was making the noise. It was a flat bed truck with wooden railings in the back of the bed. Now there were six guys. Half bulkier than the others, but still just as threatening. Looking back through his scope Seth saw that they started to move out the war heads. His heart stopped and his brain kept repeating one word over and over again Shit.

They had turned off the engine, and looked like they were talking how they could load most of this into the truck. Seth had to think, so he rolled over on his back and got his breath back. ‘What can I do? If I shoot they’ll spot me in a second and I’m dead. Even if I shoot at as many guys as I can I’m still dead. There is no way for me to get out of this, I’ll have to shoot. One less of them means one less person the army will have to deal with.’ Quickly making up his mind he rolled back over to his stomach and focused his sight down the scope. His brain whirling with ideas of which one to kill first and how he should do it. Slowly moving his hand to the trigger, holding his breath to steady the gun. His could feel his finger on the smooth surface of the trigger. Spotting his man he starts to shoot, pulling the trigger slowly but firmly. Then he took his hand off the trigger and completely stopped what he was doing. Something was gabbing in his side, reaching down opening the button to his pocket he feels the grenades that he picked up. “Of course!” he whispered to himself. Taking one out and thinking it over, taking a look over the mound of dirt he saw that they were getting ready to head out. Quickly looking around him he saw a nearby tree trunk. Crawling over to it as fast as he could Seth bunkered down behind it. “Ok, I’m going to have to do this quick and as accurately as possible.” Seth leaned his gun up against the trunk and pulled the pin. Standing up h threw it and grabbed his gun as fast as he could. The grenade hit the ground; the men looked around guns pointed directly at it and immediately saw what it was, but too late. Seth took his first victim, the driver. Just seconds after he fired the grenade exploded and it blew up the men and their truck, along with all the ammo they put in the truck.

The explosion was bigger than Seth had expected, the explosion had thrown him back into the forest and his leg rammed into a tree and it shattered. The pain got him by surprised and he yelled louder than ever. Lying on the ground, blood around his legs and his hands just as bloody as his leg was from holding it. Sweating from what just happened he tried to get up, but no use, his body was too heavy and he didn’t have the strength to carry himself on one leg. Seth needed to see the damage done to his leg and what he had done to those men. He let up on the grip on his leg and immediately saw that his femur bone was broken along with his knee and his ankle, all these sticking out of his jeans at different points. No sooner did he take his off when he put his hands back over his leg to cover up the site. Taking off his shirt he wrapped his leg up, too some tree branches that were next to him and made a leg brace. He took off is belt and tightened the brace to his leg as best he could. Slowly getting up pain surged up his leg, shouting from the pain he got fully vertical with some difficulty and limped his way back over the hill to the burning truck.  

Getting across the road Seth fell over and just sat there looking at what he had done. It was a big mess, some limbs of the men’s arms scattered in every direction, some clothes in the branches of the trees, blood absolutely everywhere. The only body that was whole was completely burnt, the skin on his face peeling off from the constant heat. The site was as if the place was the grounds of WWI. His body shaking violently from how much blood he lost, Seth knew he wouldn’t survive for much longer, he needed to get to a first aid kit. Crawling over to his car, that had been over turned by the explosion; he kept his leg elevated to keep the dirt out of the wound. Breaking open the nearest window he looked inside and saw that he had a first aid kit, luckily. Reaching for it with some difficulty he opened it up and saw that there was a bottle of Antibiotics, and three needles. His heart was a little lighter; it would help but not much. If he couldn’t get some type of cast or get his bones back in there right spot he would have to amputate his leg. The thought of this scared the crap out of him; the images went through his head and stuck there. Shaking his head hoping to get rid of the image, he continued with his attempt to save his leg. Opening the needle and sticking it into the bottle he made sure the needle worked, Lifting up part of the bandage that he made then quickly inserted the needle and injected the Antibiotics. The pain was still unbearable, grunting and gritting his teeth so as not to yell again. After he had injected all the Antibiotics he lied down and closed his eyes.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

          The next morning Seth woke to an insurmountable pain that jolted through his leg. As he was regaining his senses he grabbed his leg tightly and examined it. The wound was not looking good at all, blood slowly oozing out into a puddle from the night. His leg had turned a sickly brownish green; only one thought went though his head at this site “I have to cut my leg off”. He had no choice, it was infected and he wasn’t doing so great, a few more hours and he might as well just dig his grave and hop in. After sitting there for a few moments of thinking how he was going to go about cutting off his leg, he came to a plan. Crawling to the car he cut off one of the seat belts and proceeded to make a tourniquet from the seat belt strap. Making sure the knot he tied wouldn’t come lose he took the knife, put part of his shirt in his mouth, bit down hard and started to cut through his leg. The pain was excruciating, he was sweating profusely and it was hard for him to see through all the sweat running down into his eyes. Having to stop and wipe his face so he could see many times the task was beginning to look impossible. “I have to do this, no matter how painful it is” Seth thought aloud. Taking a deep breath he took the knife and griped it firmly. Within minutes he had cut through his leg, the only thing left was to cut through the nerve tendons. The hardest part had finally come to past, looking at what he had done he knew that he could get through this; he just hoped that he wouldn’t pass out afterwards. Wiping the blade clean on the only clean part of his shirt, he took hold of his leg and thought to himself “one clean cut, no sawing through this. Take a deep breath and make one final swing to get it over with.” And doing just that he lifted the blade up high and using all his might he cut straight through the nerve tendons. He screamed so loud the birds flew from the trees surrounding him. Falling on his back he started to close his eyes and pass out. He knew he would, so with the few seconds he had left he took some water and washed what was left of his leg, tied his shirt around it then passed out cold.

Hard but fun

Writing a story is so much fun, wether it’s just a little paragraph or pages upon pages. Although fun, it’s probably the hardest thing to do well. Because although you may like it just the way it is, other might not agree. Which is difficult to judge how they will react when you can’t ask them. Oh well, in the end I’m just happy that it ended well.

Breath of Freedom

The pain is to big to bear

Ever growing with each day

When will these memories stop haunting me?

Will I ever be free from these scars that I’ve made in life?

My heart is broken, shattered like glass.

Could this have all been avoided somehow?

No. This is fate, my destiny.

How then will I gain the freedom I desire so much?

Only in this veil of pain will I come to know the truth .

Only in this bitter darkness can the light shine.

Only on my last breath will I gain the freedom that is on the tip of all my hope.

So right now the E3 2011 press conferance is going on for the gaming industry. Yesterday Microsoft showed a preview for a Star Wars game for the Kinect on the Xbox 360. Being a avid gamer and a fan of Star Wars, I was excited at first. THEN came the demo for the game. First off the whole Kinect thing is a waste of time, in my opinion. Secondly the game itself will be horrible. The graphics are ok, and storyline will be good. But the actual gameplay will be a complete disapointment. This game will be bought by alot of people, but I feel sorry for them when they get it back home and start to play because they will soon realize they just blew 60 bucks.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

That would have to be my stuffed animal