Silence permeated the room as I walked in, eyes full of disgust and acrimony followed me as I ambled to the defense stand or in my case the firing range. Everyone stood as his excellency walked to the podium, a stench of smoke cinders and 90s bar cologne gripped my nose and assaulted all my sense as he walked past. “Please rise, The Court of the Second Judicial Circuit, Criminal Division, is now in session, the Honorable Judge John Smith presiding, everyone but the jury may be seated”. A crisp sharp chill gripped my back and like an invisible viper spread its venom through my body as I leaned into my seat. Involuntarily my body stiffened as a fair skinned woman, with an aged and withered face slowly stood. Hypnotized, in my head, I traced the lines on her pale face like a fine mesh they haphazardly cross all over it. …show more content…
Volant shards of metal slice through the thick charred smog that's now bound to the battlefield. On my hands and knees, rifle in one hand, the will to survive in the other. The orchestra of war pollutes my senses, blinded and disoriented I stumble over the corpses of my fallen brothers. Or were they the remains of the horses I couldn’t tell, the flesh of man and beast were now joined in unholy matrimony. Thick mud pulls me in closer and closer until I can almost taste it on my now chapped lips. It wanted me back, desperately I fought this black oozy creature before it swallowed me alive. Each step I took was a victory against it, wearily trudging on I rally every ounce of strength left in me, searching for an escape. Forcing one foot in front of the other I rip my feet free of the oozing sludge I could feel every muscle, every sinew in them being wrenched apart My enemy was everywhere the once beautiful countryside is now a desolate wasteland, torn and ripped apart from years of ceaseless and senseless