I used to play a game with my fellow Rebels. We would see how close we could get to a civilian before getting scared and running away. We played all the time, until one of them was seen. It was a man, seen by his old girlfriend of Before. She jumped on him with surprising speed and strength and started choking him. My friend's and I watched from afar in horror and disgust. It was not the first dead person I had seen. But it was the first time I had seen anyone murdered. My stomach was tight, as I watched his weak struggles. Bile was rising in my mouth. His struggles stopped, and once she had left we went to collect his body. Up close, I could see the blood around his neck. I threw up, right then and there. Which was a mistake. They would know that someone else was out here. My companions just looked at me with fear in their eyes and fled. They left me behind with the dead man.1
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Another part to my new series of shorts called Before.
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Wow....Very visual and good...This painted a very very vivid image in my mind. This part: "I used to play a game with my fellow Rebels. We would see how close we could get to a civilian before getting scared and running away. We played all the time, until one of them was seen." reminded me of that movie "The Village."
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nice nice, quite provoking, i really like these short stories of yours. i could imagine it, and it looked horrible. but these stories are still really good. woOt!
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