All I could see was death. The constant shots of gunfire rattled my eardrums and sent chills all the way to my bones. A continuous torrent of fire came from behind every tree in the forest. And the blood, the blood was everywhere. It painted my uniform. It was on my grimy hands, and it formed a pool on the ground underneath a body. Dead and dying bodies littered the ground. Their horrible stench filled my nose and refused to leave. The wind howled, and the naked trees swayed ominously over us. I tasted metal from subconsciously biting my tongue too hard.
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