There was still thick and acrid smoke rising from most of the holes, choking him and making it hard to see. Even so, it still smelled better out here now than it likely would tomorrow: everywhere there were bodies and parts of bodies, all already starting to rot. Far off he could hear the ever dwindling sound of gunfire. Try as he might, he couldn’t tell from what he could see around him who had won the battle. He stumbled through the hellish no man’s land, kneeling every few steps to examine faces. Eventually, one of them would be his.
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Title by: Spuggy_Yarra
Story by: David
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