“Officers! Alert!

It might not be the best of your day but it’s absolutely possible that today could be the
end of many lives among us” cried Zayman- the head of our army department. Before he could add any
more words, we all could hear the loud thuds and menacing screams. “This flock, will never give up! Hail
Afghanistan” we all cried in anger. Without any more thoughts about our life, we rushed clumsily and
were ready to fight the army of Israel.

A war continued between the countries who were once blood brothers formed by unity and support.
Hundreds of promising, intrepid and determined soldiers were fighting in this blood shedding battle yet
they never complained or question upon their safety. This border has always remained a graveyard for
thousands of martyrs. As we were rescued in a camp after a bloody encounter in the border of
Afghanistan, I could hear clicking sounds. I ran over a few things until a salient chest caught my sight.
“Run, Run everyone there’s a bomb over hear” I shouted. Before I could move few inches, a huge force
engulfed me in smoke and threw me over few yards. As red liquid rolled over my grey, dry cheeks, I
could see 3 men near me in a faint vision. Three of them were as tall as skyscrapers, buffed like bulls,
with grey uniform and hardened caps over shaved head.

Splash! A cold transparent liquid was thrown over me along with 2 others beside me- all of us were tied
with ropes. Before we could even blurt a single word, I felt a gigantic brutal pain which surged over my
shoulder, connecting my back and head. And I am pretty sure Evan and Jayden felt the same too as their
screams felt like will explode my tympanic membrane. A bald man, buttoned up high to his throat with
a pale green shirt, masculine arms with visible blue veins poking out. The most interesting part was his
crooked, unusual smile. . Little did we know, his handsomeness covered a lot of torture and vulpine
thoughts which continued to haunt us for the next 7 days. We were exhausted- pretty much injured
from physical and mental trauma by this cunning being named Steve. He made us work 24/7, carry loads
and treat like slaves and at the end all the reward we received was loads of bashes and torture until he
found out the code I was carrying. He knew me really well-Andrew, a famous brave soldier, who fought
till the very end, selfless and ready to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of his motherland. All he was
asking for was the sealed nectar which he knew would cause more outrage between the two nations. A
code that would cost billions of lives, all will be destroyed by the unleash of this code that would let the
Israelis know the treasure of Afghanistan.

“Look selfless kid, I know your stubbornness, but you can easily get yourselves out of this issue without
trouble” murmured Steve.

“No more thrashes by belt, no more torture by rods, no more hard work, all you have to do is hand me
the code and escape from here” cried Steve.

But all that I did was to remain silent and bowed downwards. He laughs unusually and says

“So you are indeed stubborn enough, alright I guess now you are compelling me to do the deed that I
thought at least a wise man like you won’t at least choose this over the code”

A gigantic machine covered with a wide, long brown clothing was brought in the center of the dark,
large store room beaming in soft white light. “Beep, beep”, “beep, beep” rang from the pocket of Steve.

“Yes sir, all three? Got it I will transfer them immediately. A feeling of relief passed through my blood
after all we all would be staying afar from this beast.
Teary, baggy shirts, with lip cuts and with bruises all over the bony body we three men entered a small
camp with a hope of being treated better. But we were left in awe when we watched a familiar tattoo of
a raven at the back of a head. We all were praying the same “Not that creature again”.

“I am back!” shouts Steve.

He walked slowly towards us and bent a bit to whisper “to treat you ‘better’ than before”, cunningly
smiles and walks away.

The next moment we find ourselves is carrying buckets of water to different camps. But my way got
interrupted ass soon as I stumbled over a hard foot. I immediately recognised the scent of cigarette
which always stunk from Steve.

“Do you really think, I will easily let you pass, at least not until I find your code”, Steve announced.

All I could do was silently walk past him but every time I tried to ignore him, he commented ruthless
opinions about my motherland. Each step I forwarded his words grew more terrible.

“Pity you guys, the country where you live in still hasn’t rescued you yet you are ready to condone
anything. Moreover I would say you shouldn’t be a slave to that country, be ours we will serve you
better” he stated.

Each single word he uttered, I could feel the liquid inside my body getting warmed up in fury.

“Look buddy, I won’t bother you anymore but let me just uncover your filthy roots”, as soon as he
blurted this statement, with a swing high in air I blew my leg at his right side of his face- throwing him
meters away from me. As always he was strong, he didn’t really had a problem standing up again.

“I really didn’t want to cause a fight here, but if you proceed I would love to beat you again!” he ran
towards me like a bull but I again hit him really hard over his tattoo which caused him to lose over his
balance and fall off. Before I could pick my bucket and leave, I I felt a gigantic thud over my head with a
hard rod, which immediately made my vision absolutely blurry and trip me over to the leafy ground. I
could feel a warm liquid leaking from my wound, but didn’t had the energy to even sit. I rolled to my
back, lying straight opposite of the blur calming sky with a bunch of cotton candies dancing with a
rhythm. I could visualize all of my memories, mu childhood and my motherland. Gradually this vision
slowly faded away with a blurriness in my eyes.