The vile stench of a thousand rotting corpses fills my nose
Making my eyes water and the bile rise in the back of my throat
A man lay in several parts, moaning slightly
His brain refusing to accept the unavoidable reality of his demise
His mind clinging feebly to the feeling of pain...because it means he's still alive.
A woman clutches what remains of her child protectively in her arms
As if someone may steal the last reminders of the most important thing in her life.
I continue on my quest to find the end of the massacre
My stomach churns to see a man stranded far from friends and family
Food has become his first priority
He feasts on the ripped and mangled remains of his fellow mankind...without remorse.
A man with only tattered remains for his lower body
Drags himself along without direction
Crying for help to a man who has only the intention of sending him further into the abyss
A cry of tortured souls reverberates through the battlefield as the final shot is fired
Echoing into the distance as everything fades...
No one will remember it tomorrow.
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