You knew that when it happened it would be the end. All the things you wished to do and become in your life, gone, in a blink of an eye, and why? It just did not make any sense. In that decisive split second, just before it was over, you looked back at your life, and no matter what you had been promised, what you had done or how long you had lived, it just was not enough. And when you arrived, you listened, agreeing to anything it said, no matter what it was, just so that you would not pass. And so it was, that I was still here.
Chapter 1
He just sat there, in the crater where it had landed. In his hand, he held his own helmet, penetrated by fragments of the shell. He just stared at the helmet, wondering how he was still there. He was sure that he was supposed to be dead, nothing could survive that, but still he was there, sitting where the shell had impacted. Around him was only dust, sand and rocks, no trace of his squad mates. They were all gone. But still he was there, sure about that he should be dead.
Or was I dead? How was I supposed to know? I was alone in the darkness, just sitting there. What should I have done? I did not know, nor do I now. Should I just have pulled out my las-pistol, and shot my self? Probably. For what is life now? Nothing, a empty place, filled with the ghosts from the past. The shadows seem seem to be alive, but surely they cant, such a thing must surely be impossible.
But still they seemed to be, always watching him, never leaving him alone.
Now, three years after that faithful day, he sat there, in the hold of the Valkyrie. He was going back home. He hoped that he would get rid of the horrors he had faced when he saw his family again. He wished that meeting his wife again, after all these years would cheer him up, chase his haunted dreams would go away, and be replaced by happiness and hope. Hope of a better life...
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