Storm The Troops
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The flash fiction of a lone soldiers desperate to complete his objective.
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Collective battle cries, massive as they fall from the sky armed and ready.
Nair drops at hundreds of miles per hour. He watches fellow troops explode into misty clouds and disperse. He swears theirs spirits are visibly rising. “It won’t happen to me… It won’t happen to me,” he says closing his eyes as he nears the ground. Opens his eyes to the realization he’s drifted too far right and lost sight of his squad.
One after the other, millions at a time, troops land. The closer to the bottom the more hopeful Nair is he’ll survive, he won’t be vaporized.
He crashes in the middle of the street and is surrounded by unfamiliar soldiers.
Even down here troops are exploding into ghost like clouds. Nair feels a panic rise in him.
“Save as many as you can! Save as many as you can!” Squad leaders yell through their lung’s capacity.
This snaps Nair back to reality and he sprints into action. If one life is saved before getting vaporized his life was meaningful.
He hops over the giant craters in the grounds leading down to nowhere. Dodges the quicksand-like dirt.
All the loners are dying, but squads don’t seem to be harmed. “The weak are being picked off. I need to make it to the woods before It’s me!” he tells himself.
The heat on his arms begins to build up, but the woods are right ahead. He can make it. Sprint on.
Alongside thousands of other soldiers Nair makes a final reach for the woods but evaporates shy of the grass.