The storm stopped, soldiers rushed out onto the battlefield, as fast as a bull, hunting its prey. I could hear air rifles shooting from every angle, sharp like a glimpse of an eye. Vultures flying in …show more content…
The ground was scattered with body parts detached from the dead bodies: hands, arms, feet’s and heads.
All of a sudden, I had an urge of walking across the battlefield, it was an awakening response, my heart was racing fast, as I slowly walked through the jaws of death. As I was walking I stopped, it got to a point where I couldn’t talk no more. I stood still and froze in isolation and a thought, cropped up in my mind, though, I don’t mind looking at dead flesh; I wouldn’t want my flesh to be eaten by creatures. This thought was eating me inside, the sense of reality had been established, I knew this wasn’t a dream. The thought was mortally scary, that I couldn’t take it any longer. All I felt was loneliness and pain, as one day every living soul will bear such a punishment, they will taste death the true