I was glad that Mike and I had recovered from the bombs, I thought we would have died. It was a site that I have seen in movies, but never experienced it, until a year ago, I remember that day, Mike saved my life and said...
"Run Stacy, Run to safety"
Or said something like that, but I had to save him, so I went to die with him. I wonder why I haven't been seeing him around much. When we are at a station together he never talks to me, or even says hi. It's kind of sad. I really need to talk to him.
The next day when I was at Mike's station, I said...
"Hey Mike. What's up?"
Mike didn't reply. I knew something was wrong. Then I said...
"I really need to talk to you. Stop ignoring me"
He wouldn't stop no matter how hard I tried to make him stop. you can't get Mike to stop anything he's doing. I learned that the hard way, just now.
"Mike come visit me at my tent tonight, we both have the night off. See you then."
I walked off slowly getting to my next station, Mike ran as if he wanted to get away from me. I was really curious, but I would talk to him tonight. Hopefully.
That night I lay in my sleeping bag, waiting for Mike to enter. Finally he came, but it was like three in the morning.
"Hey Mike, I am really surprised you showed up, after you haven't been talking to me all of a sudden."
Mike turned to leave.
"Mike wait I didn't mean that. What's going on you have rarely talked to me, and you are acting like you hate me, your also ignoring everything I say to you, what's up with that. One time you even pretended I wasn't even there, you think I am invisible Mike, and I want it to stop."
Mike walked out of the tent onto the battle field.
"Mike wait... Don't go..."
I cried myself asleep knowing that Mike probably doesn't like me anymore.
The next morning I ate breakfast, and then it was time to get back on the gory battle field. The gory field had a bunch of dead bodies, maybe Mike was shot or something it wrong with his voice. But I knew I couldn't think about it know, because I was in the middle of a sword fight with some German idiot guy. And of course it had to be one of the guys that flew the plane and almost killed me and Mike. I could totally tell he was trying to finish me off, but after a while, he was in shock, because of the hard sword hit in the neck. The wound on him was bleeding so bad, it dripped down from his neck and left a little puddle, of blood, on the dirty ground. He fell to the ground in dismay. Once I left him suffer for about five minutes, I finished him, off with another swipe in the neck.
Serves you right. I thought.
After a while, I ran to Mike, and told him about the big kill. He didn't care, or listen.
I knew something was wrong.