Chapter 3: Falling To our Knees, We Succumb
The world’s militaries are competing for what little recourses are still usable to the human population. The United States’ resources have been deemed ‘too hazardous to harvest’. Multiple Nuclear explosions have ravaged the Middle East and Europe. Pollutions, Chemical weapons, and reckless military Generals have ruined what is left of the world. It’s the future we all saw coming. We didn’t know when and we thought we were invincible to it. The future we thought we could prevent with world peace. It was coming. It just needed a trigger.
The world’s population has dropped by almost five billion in 24 days. What remains of the armies are still fighting and will be until total annihilation has been achieved. It is truly the war to end all wars. The only way to end war is total human extinction. It is also the path we are currently on.
A single U.S. Infantryman walked the smoking battlefield with his bloodied face hung low, his helmet in one hand, and his rifle dragging the sand from his other. There were bodies so mangled from the frantic battle that, from looking at the carnage, no one would know who attacked from which direction. The blue NATO helmets and red Iraqi headbands littered the desert floor. A river of blood flowed from the corpse of every fallen man only to mix with one another and form an eternal soldier bond.
The young PVT dropped his helmet and let the rifle slap the ground. It discharged, not even making the battle-scarred man flinch. The hot brass casing flew into the man’s boot and found his ankle creating a painful, but ignored, burn. He collapsed in a ball of fury, anger, loss, and pain. Which emotion was strongest didn’t matter. They were all present and worse, he knew the men who had died were the lucky ones. They would never feel pain or loss ever again. Never would they have to deal with what the governments have become.
The PVT placed his now empty hands on his sidearm. It had only two rounds left. They would be more than enough to serve his purpose. He removed the velcro hold and lifted the pistol out of the holster. It felt as if the metal was cold and the once balanced weight felt awkward and heavy. His hands shook as he lifted the gun to his chin. “Soon it will all be over.” He muttered. “Dieing with my brothers is better than living with their losses.” He reassured himself. The gun became steady as he clicked the safety off. His finger hovered over the trigger. “God, if this is how you end us, take me now.”
The moment he finished his final word, the round tore through his jaw and made its way to the brain case breaking apart and tearing the brain to bloody ribbons. His body slumped over and hit the ground with a resounding thud. This battle was over and with no victor it showed what the world faced next. No winners, only losers.
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