That dream again..god that dream. I feel like I’m there, like i can hear the shells dropping around me. I look to my left just in time to see my friend, at least that’s what he felt like, take a round through the upper cheekbone.
I hear them now, somehow over the fire and death. The rustle of leaves and strange voices. My blood runs hotter than lava and my thought process becomes one word.
Kill.
I charge from the trench, my M-16 by my side. I roar at my enemies, letting them know I wont give up with out a fight. I can see the looks on their faces as my rounds tear into them. One of them tries to fire and I shoot him right between the eyes. Then I see it, the tell tale flash of a snipers scope. I let out one last blood thirsty cry and I attempt to charge.
I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs. My heart Is racing still and part of me feels like if i close my eyes I’ll be teleported back there. I don’t want to go back.
No sleep.
Atlas
