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Heres the next chapter guys, sorry it took long, been a little busy but thanks for sticking with me. Feel free to give some feedback.
Chapter Two- Picking up the Pieces
Private McCarthy woke up from an infinite darkness, sat up and coughed and the spat. He was lying face down on a dirt patch and he thought he had broken something. Then he realized he was right, it was his arm. He looked, with despair at his broken left arm.
“Great, how the hell am I to survive with a broken arm.” He thought fearfully “I have to get going though, its going to be dark soon.”
He was true, the sun he could see, was starting to sink in the sky, soon to turn dark and unleash the fears that they brought with it. He decided that it was best to check on the other members of his squad. Maybe there would still be some survivors…
He was about 30 meters from where the blast hit. There was a small crater from where his best friend met his unfortunate end. He looked around, no one. He decided to check out the area. With pain still pulsing through his left arm, his right arm though was tightly grasping his pistol as he searched the perimeter. He froze, and sank low to the ground, something had moved, about 5 feet in front of him and behind a tree. Remembering what happened to Private Moore, he pointed his pistol toward the target.
“Who is it? Who’s there? I’ll give you to the count of 3 before I shoot.”
He choked
“Wait! Hold up! It’s Baker! Private Baker! Help Me! ” A voice gasped from behind the tree
McCarthy hesitated a second and then said “Alright, I’m coming around.”
He walked around the trunk, but no one was there. “What the?”
“No no, up here.” Replied Baker
And sure enough, Baker was tangled in the branches and vines of the tree McCarthy was under.
“Alright hold on.” Sighed Scott
After about what seemed a half an hour, Baker was successfully down from the tree. He didn’t seem too injured, just a few cuts and bruises. He explained that he woke up and found himself tangled in the tree’s vines. The tree must have taken most of the damage as there was a gaping hole of broken branches leading up to where Baker was caught.
“Did you see any others?” Asked Baker
“No, I didn’t see anybody till I heard you trying to get down.” Replied Scott
They searched for about an hour, they found three others, two were dead, and the last was Corporal Janes. He had a broken wrist, but was otherwise unharmed.
It was late and the sun was setting, they made camp with what small rations and things they had. McCarthy’s arm was killing him. Baker made him a makeshift splint out of a shirt he got off one of the dead bodies, and a splint for the Corporal’s wrist out of bark and rope. They put the weapons and ammo together. Only 5 clips for the three Assault Rifles they had and 2 clips for the two pistols. This wasn’t enough if they were to survive. Survive…..McCarthy hadn’t thought of what they were going to do in terms of getting out of this place. They had no radio contact, they didn’t know where to head. It was a bleak and scary thought.
These thoughts were interrupted from a rustle of leaves, then the camp fire extinguishing with a hiss. McCarthy, jumped up, grabbed his pistol and looked around. He heard noises of a scramble, a gun went off and Corporal Janes screamed. “What’s going on?” “Who the-
All of a sudden a something kicked him in the head and he flew 10 feet and collided with a tree. The thing jumped up 20 feet in the air and McCarthy saw a medal engraved in the tattered marine uniform glint in the moonlight. It was Private Moore…