Mariana ran from the tank and jumped into
a ditch with her fellow soldiers. They all are terrified. This is the most
Charvants they have ever seen in their entire careers.
"Mari, did you see
anything?" one of the soldiers asked. Mari is their leader, and she had
gone up for a quick scouting mission.
"No, I didn't see any more of our
troops. They all were either captured or killed. I think we're the last ones
left." Mari said. The troops all showed some sign of despair, and Mari rubbed
one on his back.
"We will fight. Fight until there
is nothing left of us but our honor and loyalty to America, our homeland. Who
is with me?"
The troops are silent, until one stood.
His name was Marcos, and he was Mari’s fiancée.
"I am. I will fight until my
dying breath for my country.”
Mari smiled at her love, hiding a face
of fear. “Who else?”
Slowly, the men stood. Some in fear,
some just trying to be brave.
“It’s okay to be afraid,” Mari said.
“We will not survive this fight. Our peers know that. No one expects us to
return. I know this doesn’t sound like a pep talk to boost our moral, but I’m
telling you the truth.” She took a breath. “So fight. Fight like there’s no
tomorrow. Because there isn’t.”
Marcos smiled at her. “Shall we go up
and fight now, Sargent?”
Mari walked over to him, kissed him,
and stepped away. “Yes.”
She led the soldiers in a war cry, and
they jumped out of their ditch, guns blazing. A Charvant turned and charged
toward them.
A Charvant is a three-story tall tank
with legs. It has missiles, lasers, throwing knives, and tons of other
projectiles that will kill you in a flash.
The Charvant fired, alerting the other
Charvants that there were still enemies left. Mari yelled, and started shooting
the Charvant with her machine gun. It staggered, giving the other soldiers a
chance to throw bombs and shoot at it. It collapsed and blew up, taking out two
other Charvants that were coming over to kill the soldiers.
The men cheer, but their celebration
doesn’t last long. Three more Charvants trudged through the fog. They fired and
killed half of the men.
Mari screamed, a high-pitched guttural
sound of pure anguish. Still screaming, she pulled out a bomb and threw it at
the closest Charvant. While the bomb was still in the air, she shot it. She ran
to Marcos and tackled him and another soldier next to him. A green wave shot
through the air, and the three Charvants imploded.
The fighting continued like this for
an hour, with the soldiers destroying a few Charvants, and then losing a chunk
of men. Back and forth, back and forth until Mari, Marcos, two other soldiers,
and twenty Charvants were all that were left.
The four of them huddled in a trench,
trying to figure out a plan. Mari wiped away a tear.
“We’re done.”
The other three nodded.
She wept. “I-I’m sorry. I knew we
wouldn’t make it, but I had a hope.” Marcos put his arm around her.
“Will we sit here or fight?” one of
the men asked.
“It’s up to you, but I’m going to
fight.” Marcos said, and he stood up, grabbing his gun. He jumped out of the
trench and ran toward the enemy, the two soldiers following.
“Marcos!” Mari yelled, and jumped out
after him. A Charvant fired, killing the other two men.
He shot a tank and threw a bomb at
another. One fired.
Marcos turned to Mari.
Mari stared at him.
Marcos closed his eyes and died in the
explosion, a red rose of destruction.
“NO!!” Mari screamed. She fell to her
knees.
The Charvants turned to her. They
started to shoot, but something stopped them. They marched toward Mari and
stopped, forming a circle around her. She stared at the spot where Marcos had
died, where his corpse lay smoking.
One of the Charvants shrunk, and came
down to the ground, becoming a normal tank. The door opened, and some people
came out with two stretchers. One came towards her, the other went to Marcos’s
body and put him on it.
Mari felt something pierce her neck,
and she grunted. Suddenly she felt woozy, and she collapsed, asleep.
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