Goofy Ahh Story

As heavy gunfire and shrapnel miraculously missed her head, she made sure to hold her incredibly
clenched posture inside the trench. She looked around, but the only thing she could see were the
tracers from the heavy gunfire flying over the trench and the explosion of grenades being thrown in
the general direction where she was located.

Looking Around her, trying to find her battle buddy, fear began building up. She couldn't find her.
While proning, she began moving around the trench, trying not to get hit by the gunfire or blasts. She
kept screaming “Jasmine! Jasmine!” but no response was received. She held her radio, and in a
desperate attempt to contact someone, she asked “This is Boris Red to HQ, how to copy” but only
heard static.

Then, artillery began hitting, she knew it was targeted at her because of the whizzing sound of the
ammunition, followed by the inevitable roar of death. And then she saw it, the body of her fallen
battle buddy, hit by shrapnel in every single body part she could identify. She approached it, but
couldn't manage to cry or even drop a tear. She had no energy left. She had endured enough.

And thus, she saw the artillery shell slowly fall onto her, listening to the darting sound, it allowed her
to think for the split of a second; Is this how I want to die? Followed by an enormous explosion.

[CH-1] I’m at home

Suddenly darkness engulfed her, had she gone blind, did she die? She could only hear people
screaming and crying but couldn't see them or locate where the sound came from. She tried to
scream but nothing came out. She tried running but couldn't feel anything. She kept trying and
trying.

Then all of the sudden, light. Gunfire had stopped, the crying and screaming had died down. And in a
desperate attempt to grasp that calmness and wake up, she yelled. The loudest yelling anyone
must’ve ever heard.

“Im here, Im here!” — A nun rushed into her room. She wasn’t pinned down inside a trench in the
frontline. In fact, she hadn’t been there for months. She was back at home. At a church, where she
was recovering from her injuries. The war against the Helvetian Kingdom had been in a truce for a
while now, and she, like many other troops, were the collateral damage that had been blatantly
ignored.

“I… I apologise” — She said while in tears, the nurse looked at her with a saddened expression, and
revealed the truth.
“No no.. it's my fault. I dropped the metal plate and it must’ve… you know…” — The nurse looked
down, trying not to make any eye contact with her patient.

Even though it had been so long since she wielded her rifle, it felt like she could not escape the
warzone, it silently followed her, like riding a bike, once you’ve learnt, you never forget.

“Miss Helena?” — The nurse asked for her attention — “I am really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” — The
nurse was incredibly apologetic.
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“It’s alright. Accidents happen..” — Helena said, still sweaty from that nightmare — “What time is it?”
— Before the nurse could check the time, a trumpet played, indicating that it was noon. The sound
of the trumpet was distant yet very loud. It could be heard everywhere.

“Guess I won't need the time.— Helena chuckled as she got out of bed — “I’ll head to the plaza”.

[CH-2] The Scent of Death Follows Me

Walking down the streets of Castirea, Helena recognised different landmarks, the church of St
Javelin, the Town Hall… but what she had the most interest in, was in the local military fortress,
which was located a kilometre outside the town, on a separate island, connected by a stone bridge
that was considerably large.

She had been tasked by her now former commander to visit the fortress and inform the local officer
of his whereabouts, in this case, dead. It had been weeks but she couldn’t gather enough confidence
to reveal the heartbreaking truth.

Helena constantly kept looking around, she had an uneasy feeling that someone or something was
constantly behind her, like a predator stalking its prey, and even so she had to remind herself that
she was no longer in a fight, she had become another bystander. Returning to normality was not an
easy task for someone like her, she wasn’t a person, ever since she was a child, she had been
trained to fight, she couldn't live a normal life.

END

Notes

I uhhh, i dont like how i wrote this. Third person stories feel lame. I want the characters to be
identified through direct speech and interactions i dont really like this ehhh

I’ll most likely rewrite this

Maybe