Mercenary
From Create Your Own Story
Memories
You cant remeber how old you were when they came to your village. What you do remember you'd rather forget. You sat trembling in the corner of a hut, the assult rifle that nestled awkwardly in your hands was almost as twice as big as you. Outside, torcherous screams and the chattering gunfire echoed through the once peaceful community. There was a smell and taste to the air unlike anything you had witnessed in your short life. You would eventually come to know this smell very well. It was the smell of burning flesh.
Your father and older brother had left you minutes ago, instructing you to remain hidden and under no circumstances were you to leave the hut. You stuggled to fight back tears as they left you alone in the inner recesses of this stangers house. Crouching alone behind a sack of food, you wonder what action to take.
Do you:
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