Philosophy of the Damned

Nightmares. So real you could feel it. Every.God.Damn.Night.

The smell of burnt flesh, the sting of the cuts across my body, the ringing in my ears.
At that moment I couldn’t care less about any of them. I had to see if they were okay.
Routine op they told us. Bullshit, they knew we were there.
Someone had ratted us out, but I’ll find out who later.

Climbing over the debris of the fallen wall I saw four familiar faces.

Jacob “Jet” Smith: The team leader.

Brandon “Droid” Hews: The Tech

Joe “Cross” Lang: The Designated Marksman

Lucas “K-9” Foster: The Engineer

“Hey you guys up?!”

“Jesus we thought we lost you!”

“Wait where’s Doc’?

“Wasn’t he with you?”

“No I thought he was with you when we got hit, what happened?”

“The explosives went off to early we don’t know otherwise. We took a few out and they pulled back, probably regrouping, we don’t have long before they come back.”

“Damn, should we look at what we got coming?”

“Take a peek out the window.”

Looking out said window My eyes focused on one thing an arm coming out of some rubble by a destroyed truck. The biggest fear I had with this was the red cross on the arm tag.

“Oh shit it’s Doc’!” I yelled running out of cover towards the rubble.
“Wait get back here it’s not safe!” Jet screamed at me.
“I don’t care we gotta save him!” I said reaching the rubble and pulling the body out.
*pew tink* “What the hell.”
“Oh shit! Get out of there!” I heard Jet yell, they were back.

“Cover me!” I said over the gunfire.
Hearing the scattered gunfire from the rifles and the thump of the m60 I took it as my chance to go, pulling Doc’ I sprinted across the cracked remains of what used to be a street and into the store we were taking cover in.

Looking down I saw blood, a lot of it coming from chest then I saw it a piece of shrapnel lodged where the right lung was. It was bad. I could barely hear the shallow breathing.

“Aww, shit man, Chris man c’mon wake up man wake up!”

“There getting closer!” Cross said.

“Just hold them off, Droid call some help!”

“Coms are destroyed.”

“ehh” I heard the body in my arms moaning.

“Oh shit, Chris c’mon stay awake you’re gonna make it just stay with me man, stay with me.”

“It hurts.”

“I know it does but you gotta pull through it man you’re gonna make it.” As hopeful as I sounded I didn’t believe my own words. He wouldn't make it.

“No, I won’t and you know it.” He said coughing up a large amount of blood on to my stomach.

“They’re breaking through!”

“I want you to remember one thing.”

“What is it?”

“You cannot stop death my friend. As invincible as you think we are, death will find us all.”

And with that he was gone. I knew what he meant but I didn't believe it all. All I felt at that moment was rage and sorrow. I would take down these sons of bitches to the last man.

“Lucas, give me your gun and all your ammo.”

“What, why, dude are you okay?”

“Give.Me.The.Goddamn.Gun!”

“Alright here. What are you doing.”

“War.”

Man after man, second after second, bullet after bullet, they fell.
Their bodies sawed in half by gunfire, blood strewn across the street , I had them in a full retreat and I wasn’t going to stop pushing until either I or they were dead.
I walked down those streets covered in the crimson liquid of life pumping an unholy fiery vengeance into everything that moved. I pulled till I heard click, and puled out my knives and charged, Relishing in the blood curdling screams of my enemies as my cold steel met their flesh and the warming of their blood on my hands. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy every last second of it. If you looked for any humanity at that moment you find none you would find a cold merciless spirit of death.

“I’ll kill every last one of you pieces of shit!”

“Rose wake up!” what the hell? Who just said my name?

I heard someone running behind me. I turned around and sprinted at the noise seeing a shadow in the alley ahead I jumped at it and tackled them raising my knife I saw the face of my familiar Jason Fenton. He shouldn’t be here he wasn’t even an operations guy he was intel. That led me to one conclusion, it was him, should have guessed quiet, weird, rubbed everyone the wrong way. I would enjoy killing him.

“C’mon wake up!” I felt someone grab my shoulder and try to throw me off.

I wasn’t about to have my vengeance cut short. I pulled back my arm and slammed my blade into his eye killing him instantly before being thrown off.

I opened my eyes to the darkness shooting strait up screaming with my knife at the ready: “Get the fuck off me or I’ll kill you to!”